Ricky Ross
Mrs. Trifleton
Grade 4
911
[Verse 1:]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
have sexual congress with basketball?
Ain’t no more off days, my crib look like a mall
There aren’t any more what do babies have to do with this?
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Was she Korean? A big and tall what, exactly?
Niggas still scheming, but we sliding on ’em all!
elaborate on these “niggas” is this about a water park?
I remember picking watermelons
I think you’re remembering incorrectly
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
$27,324 isn’t a quarter million
If I die tonight I know I’m coming back nigga
are you implying that you’re Jesus?
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
Jesus wasn’t fat or black
[Chorus:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
are you about to eat again?
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
you own a helicopter?
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
I don’t believe you were on that show
Can I let my top down in my 911?
please keep your top on, Rick
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
did you buy these from Home Depot?
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
It’s actually called a 401k
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
you seem to be very materialistic
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
I thought it cost a quarter million?
[Verse 2:]
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
you should probably take the stairs once in a while
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
try not to forget this
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
is this a fight with weight problems?
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
is this “private nigga” an investigator?
Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars
this isn’t even a real thing
Graduated from them blocks, now it’s stocks and bonds
do you have a diploma from this “blocks”
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
what do these “hoes” wanna know exactly?
They know a nigga’s name, they know a nigga’s strong
fat and strong aren’t synonyms
Fuck with me!
no thank you
[Chorus:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
exercise works better than prayer
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
fattest
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
eating healthy leads to a longer life
Can I let my top down in my 911?
don’t take your top off anywhere
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
In my 911?
never forget
[Verse 3:]
When I climb on top, I say I’m into you
you probably shouldn’t climb on top of anything
A lot of chickens in the coupe; cock-a-doodle-doo
this sounds healthier than donuts
I fucked the secretary, fuck the interview
right after you filed your TPS reports?
If I was in the NBA, I’d hoop in Gucci tennis shoes
pretty sure that’s against NBA guidelines
Chopper spray like antihistamines
I have no idea what any of this means
Triple beam, Versace swag on creatine
one of those is clothing, the other is a suppliment
When I left the lot, I spent a half a milli
which half of Milli Vanilli? Rob or Fab?
When I pulled up to your spot, I had a half a ceiling
you shouldn’t be out during a hurricane
Got your bitch with me, trying to suck up
lady friend milk shakes?
I don’t trust my chauffeur, so shut the fuck up
maybe the two of you should talk this out
Uh, the new chopper hold a hundred rounds
you are really fixated on helicopters
When I park on the curb, the grill look like Bobby Brown
this could get you a ticket
Haha! Look at this guy… He looks really excited to chomp into that bitchin’ breakfast burrito. If he were holding a baby instead, he’d probably be all bored or sad or something. He probably just got off work xeroxing TPS reports for the man, and now he just wants to kick back and munch on some sweet sausagey treats.
