911

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Lyrics

Your best bet is 9-1-1
 Chances slim like 5-0-1s
 They think that I'm close to done
 You silly bitch my time just begun
 Riding in that yellow hummer h2 with them gunners
 Smoking like Joe don't make me stutter
 Slidin sittin on butter (slide)
 Slingshot your nest, watch your butterflies flutter (watch it now)
 Screenshot the text, psych I don't type on them products
 I'm the oddest (fuck)
 Instead of making problems (no)
 I'd rather stalk you from a far gettin'
 Off to the fact you don't know I'm watchin'
 Dead cold hands wrapped around your neck
 I swear they look so good on you
 Your lifespan abruptly came to an end
 The night that Bones finally found you
 SESH bring the noise
 Ask your bitch she know your boy
 You splurging on fancy toys
 Then hurting and no need to lie
 I know the truth hurts so I, give 'em just that
 My body is starting to hurt
 From the scene that's on my back
 Half and half honored slash embarrassed
 Y'all is fuckin' trash
 How you say I inspired you? no I don't sound like that
 No bitch you cannot rap
 Pussy boy you need some facts
 Airmail em' to your pad
 SESH radar got you tracked (what)
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:20
Key
11
Tempo
130 BPM

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