rich the kid – 911 lyrics
[intro: ty dolla $ign]
$ign, dolla $ign
it’s the kid rich
[hook: ty dolla $ign]
got a light skinned b-tch, she drive a ‘cede benz
say she ain’t trippin’ bout the other, just don’t f-ck her friends
i’m smokin’ dope, i’m smokin’ dope inside this 911
i’m gettin’ head, i’m gettin’ head in this 911
got a light skinned b-tch, she drive a ‘cede benz
say she ain’t trippin’ bout the other, just don’t f-ck her friends
i’m smokin’ dope, i’m smokin’ dope inside this 911
i’m gettin’ head, i’m gettin’ head in this 911
[verse 1: ty dolla $ign]
oh we don’t f-ck with popo, we don’t talk to 911
i need the whole o but used to only cop a seven
we eating [?] i used to go to taco bell
we out at manchester, [bad bih taco mell
i’m blowin’ louie 13, got pot for sale
i’m at the plug with the crip at ft. lauterdale
i’m met a spanish b-tch that live on a sunday
i bagged a bad model b-tch off the runway
[verse 2: rich the kid]
me and the plug at the border
rollie got water like florida
your b-tch, she ride like the m.a.r.t.a
breaking my wrist, i’m whippin’ harder
ain’t playing bout mine
money up, gotta grind
juug and finesse all the time
i’m in the trap with ty dolla $ign
made a mill on a midget
fake n-ggas can’t kick it
y’all talking, i live it
all the money, i gotta get it
100 bands for a show
walking with a bankroll
pull up in the coupe with two hoes
i’m in a pot and i’m whippin’ slow
[hook: ty dolla $ign]
got a light skinned b-tch, she drive a ‘cede benz
say she ain’t trippin’ bout the other, just don’t f-ck her friends
i’m smokin’ dope, i’m smokin’ dope inside this 911
i’m gettin’ head, i’m gettin’ head in this 911
got a light skinned b-tch, she drive a ‘cede benz
say she ain’t trippin’ bout the other, just don’t f-ck her friends
i’m smokin’ dope, i’m smokin’ dope inside this 911
i’m gettin’ lit, i’m gettin’ lit in this 911
[verse 3: rich the kid]
walking around with the bankroll
i started trapping that elbow
came up from the corner
new ‘rari, not the charger
i put that b-tch on the molly
she suckin’ me up at the back of follies
f-ck 911, free bobby, rowdy
we started dabbin’ they copy
i done ran to the plug
had to get out the mud
i’mma murk him with a glove
sippin’ act while in the club
got a lotta hoes like i’m pimp
big dawg, you a shrimp
lotta racks, got a limp
dunking the pot like shawn kemp
[verse 4: ty dolla $ign]
i fell asleep on the lean
i got back up on the molly
i’m at a thick b-tch at follies
i’m making daily deposits
the orange tesla
og kush and liquor
f-cking on a stripper with some pierced nipples
got tired of business
when we in the bity
all my n-ggas solid
all you n-ggas mickey
b-tch i think i’m pac
b-tch i think i’m biggie
yeah, young and rich
and around my city
[hook: ty dolla $ign]
got a light skinned b-tch, she drive a ‘cede benz
say she ain’t trippin’ bout the other, just don’t f-ck her friends
i’m smokin’ dope, i’m smokin’ dope inside this 911
i’m gettin’ head, i’m gettin’ head in this 911
got a light skinned b-tch, she drive a ‘cede benz
say she ain’t trippin’ bout the other, just don’t f-ck her friends
i’m smokin’ dope, i’m smokin’ dope inside this 911
i’m gettin’ lit, i’m gettin’ lit in this 911
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