411 Lyrics

Flrrt, yeah

What's the 411

Get it done

Ha, ha, ha hmm

Fine hoe come here

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Yeah don't run bitch

Ha, ha, ha

KAO

I'm report live from the, from the nine with this shit

Bitch, I hate y'all hoes, I hate y'all worst than y'all hate me and hate y'all selfs

Ayy, got a bad bitch with some long hair

Pull out her tracks, I'ma take it there

Put my dick inside her fuckin' head

When I bust it, it's gon' come through her ear

Yeah, know I'm nasty like that bitch, but she don't care

Try to set me up, hoe, bet not dare

If they run in here, I'ma up the flair

Flrrt flrrt bow, bitch, die, ha, ha It's war time

Bitch, I ain't got no mind

Bitch, I don't do no lyin'

Bitch, I don't do no cryin'

No trace, I don't do no crimes

What's the 411 go ask where the last nigga who tried to do us somethin'

Hlrrt hlrrt, hit that bitch up then pull off and get the other one

Nigga keep tryna punch, I don't wanna punch

Bitch, come face the gun

You bet not run

All you gon' hear is

Then you done

These niggas keep dissin, Dayday is not livin'

Headshot, face shot, leave a nigga missin', bow

Yeah, nigga better play with his child

Ayy, I bet you listen to me now

Ayy, don't move, nigga, get up on the ground

Don't make a sound, I'm takin' what you got

Take what you got, run in your spot

In the coupe, we chop the top

Let the window down and chop the block

Just found out JB a cop

Niggas turn to 12 when shit get hot

Should've told that bitch don't stir the pot

26x this a gen glock

Extended clip plus 30 shots

Let him play with me, he gon' get popped

Threaded barrel on the front of my new gun he play, he better not

Momma told me since I'm 19 she'll get a stick for me from the shop

Free LaaTee out that cell block

Nigga, I never sell rocks

Love me a big booty, but it can't cuff 'cause they jumpin' cock to cock

Usually just like gettin' top

But I had to put my dick in that 'cause I knew she was a thot

Flrrt flrrt bow, bitch, die, ha, ha It's war time

Bitch, I ain't got no mind

Bitch, I don't do no lyin'

Bitch, I don't do no cryin'

No trace, I don't do no crimes

What's the 411 go ask where the last nigga who tried to do us somethin'

Hlrrt hlrrt, hit that bitch up then pull off and get the other one

Nigga keep tryna punch, I don't wanna punch

Bitch, come face the gun

You bet not run

All you gon' hear is

Then you done