911 Porsche, its emergency 
Kick in the door, its a burglary 
Light his ass up, burnin third-degree 
Twenty-five racks for a surgery 
I know you just actin tough
When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities 
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
Cause these niggas aint for me 
Im in the ring and my back gainst the ropes
Im a young king and Im keepin em woke
Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want
Smokin Biscotti, it smell like a skunk
Take care my mama and brother and nephews
Now what the fuck else is you payin for?
I sat on the block, but didnt go to school of the hard knocks
And wasnt none of this planned for
I bought her the big body Jaguar
We pull up with sticks like a task force
Its two-twenty MP the dashboard
GunWunna, young Wunna a bad boy
Own business, I got me a company key
Go get it, I get it, aint workin for free
You wan see that show, gotta pay you a fee
She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B 
Im servin this cash 
Come with it, we kill him, aint no sympathy
Dig up the grass 
Then bury his body, dont nobody speak
911 Porsche, its emergency 
Kick in the door, its a burglary 
Light his ass up, burnin third-degree 
Twenty-five racks for a surgery 
I know you just actin tough
When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities 
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
Cause these niggas aint for me
Im sippin on purple, no Bape 
I put them racks on a plate 
Say you want smoke, we gon come where you stay
Take my gun everywhere, Im from the A
We call her thottie, you callin her bae
Every nigga try it, we slid on tape
Nigga playin tough, got hit with the Drac
Rich and paranoid, in the hills with a K
Nip it in the bud, I check that 
Your bitch in the vert, in my lap where her neck at
Pull up in your hood, well stretch that 
Your lil nigga starvin, send him a care pack
First-time owner, no CARFAX 
We got the same kinda guns like Star Trek
Dont need no keys to start that 
So many hoes in this car, man, park that
911 Porsche, its emergency 
Kick in the door, its a burglary 
Light his ass up, burnin third-degree 
Twenty-five racks for a surgery 
I know you just actin tough
When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities 
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust 
Cause these niggas aint for me
I call the play with the stick 
And my lil ho got a kick 
She spent a night at the spot 
Then I had fed her some grits 
I had her sucking on cock 
I made her think that she rich, yeah 
I gave a bitch lockjaws 
Im a real gangsta, no glitch 
I just had hopped in a Mercury 
Then we had pulled up like four deep 
Bitch told me she was just pregnant
I told the bitch she cant have it, no extortin me 
I had to pick out my carats myself and they yellow, the bitch like a bumblebee 
I put the dope on the jet and I fly to Seattle to meet me a Portuguese 
911 Porsche, its emergency 
Kick in the door, its a burglary 
Light his ass up, burnin third-degree 
Twenty-five racks for a surgery 
I know you just actin tough
When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities 
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
Cause these niggas aint for me
I call the play with the stick 
And my lil ho got a kick 
I call the play with the stick 
And my lil ho got a kick 
I call the play with the stick 
And my lil ho got a kick 
I call the play with the stick 
And my lil ho got a kick