911 GT3 ft. Lilnosebleedd Lyrics

It's a whole lotta shit that i don't understand

How a broke nigga gon talk bout racks?

How you compare but don't talk bout stats?

How you talk about bitches? You only fuck Nats

Can't forget bout the fact, You hanging with Rats

I'm alone in the crib, Hanging with racks

Big slime in a crib with Trophies & Plaques

Big glocks in this bitch, Ain't shooting blanks

Bitch

I hit a laugh at the bank

Bitch

High as fuck smoking on stank

I'll send some shooters, Go knock off your top

He say he bout smoke but got caught with no glock

Pay off the judge, he get the case dropped

I'm on your block, letting K's drop

We having drank, don't know bout a drought

Model bitch said she want percs in her mouth

I'm a Northsidebaby got dawgs in the South

I'm a Bandobaby come see what I'm bout

Bandobaby excuse my Feng Shui

Wanna fw me now? sorry baby too late

GMG baby we high in demand

Told her she coming with us we don't care bout her man

My shooter wet the block wearing hermes

You can see that we paid

Your bitch at the crib but she work as the maid

You broke as fuck but you stay in my business

GMG you could be us if you listen

Ice on my neck you know that shit just glisten

Sippin' on drank so you know that i'm pissin'

It's the same niggas talking that ain't getting money

I just sit back, i thought that shit was funny

sipping on drank that shit fucked up my tummy

I fucked your bitch and she jump like a bunny

We moving weight, really shippin' out packs

i stay with some killers, I talk , they attack

You broke as fuck, can't even go Rack for Rack

You cannot be me bitch , I'm up, I'm zoned

I hopped out the jeep then i jumped in my dome

Spent 20 on this cause the jacket is chrome

I stay with my killers, we do it alone

And my new bitch she just come from the coast

I'm like "If you tryna fuck, You can't post"

We had some dinner, we had a lil toast

We do not brag cause you know that we boast