Woo (brrt)
Uh-oh, yeah
Yeah (Badmon)

Brand new 911 off the lot (off the lot, yeah)
It ain't even cost me a lot (uh, yeah)
Took that bitch back to the block (to the block, uh)
Heard a nigga just got (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Uh

The God within me won't allow these niggas to attempt me (ah)
I keep the piece full, squeeze until my clip is empty
They resent me 'cause I'm countin' all these blessings Heaven sent me (ah)
I copped the 911, now I'm thinkin' 'bout the Bentley, ya get me? (Yeah, yeah)
I had to take the shit, nobody lent me (woo, nobody)
Except me, so I can give a fuck if you accept me (yeah)
One thing that's for sure, bitch, you gon' respect me (right)
Look I'ma flex, just do your best not sweat the technique (uh, no)
'Cause behind the smoke and mirrors niggas all reflect me (they all)
And I would fuck with your bitches if my aura let me (at all)
Or if you all would just tune into my frequencies (yeah)
We exposed the secrecy, screamin', "Rest in peace to Steez" (rest in peace)
We all got the power, you just gotta peek and see for yourself
'Cause when you stay connected to source, you won't need nothin' else
Still I went and copped me the Porsche, just for my mental health
I guess I couldn't help myself, I'm screamin' out (sjrrt)

Brand new 911 off the lot (off the lot, skrrt)
It ain't even cost me a lot (uh, yeah, whoop)
Took that bitch back to the block (to the block, uh)
Heard a nigga just got (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Brand new 911 off the lot (off the lot, skrrt)
It ain't even cost me a lot (uh, yeah, whoop)
Took that bitch back to the block (to the block, uh)
Heard a nigga just got got (boom, boom, boom)

Ayy, yo, you wear Dior, bitches adore you
The first time I got knocked was on Madison
Normal fees, cheffin' dope up for you (ah)
Baddie in the Bentley truck, spoil all your baes
Outter space, if I'm livin', then I'm loyal
911 with the wing, couple bodies on the scene (skrrt)
That's when Naya had the face, but the body was Jeanine (ah)
That's when feds had that steam
Just missed me by a second
Now my nigga locked, stressin'
Made his locker look like Precious
Shoot that chopper, send that message
It's our block now (it's our block now)
Shoot that chopper, send that message
This our block now, ayy, yo (this our block now)
Watch how I aviate, Benz drive from '88 (skrrt)
My nigga got thirty years left, he doin' day for day (ah)
He don't give a fuck, he on his bunk drinkin' Ace of Spades
Sos just came home, we had our Timbs tailor-made

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