[Intro]
(Taurus)
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Chorus: Gunna]
911 Porsche, it's emergency (Ooh)
Kick in the door, it's a burglary (Ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (Ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)
I know you just actin' tough
When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (Ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
'Cause these niggas ain't for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1: Gunna]
I'm in the ring and my back 'gainst the ropes
I'm a young king and I'm 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 didn't go to school of the hard knocks
And wasn't none of this planned for
I bought her the big body Jaguar
We pull up with sticks like a task force
It's 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, ain't workin' for free
You wan' see that show, gotta pay you a fee
She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B (Big Bentley B)
I'm servin' this cash (Yeah)
Come with it, we kill him, ain't no sympathy
Dig up the grass (Yeah)
Then bury his body, don't nobody speak
(Taurus)
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Chorus: Gunna]
911 Porsche, it's emergency (Ooh)
Kick in the door, it's a burglary (Ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (Ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)
I know you just actin' tough
When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (Ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
'Cause these niggas ain't for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1: Gunna]
I'm in the ring and my back 'gainst the ropes
I'm a young king and I'm 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 didn't go to school of the hard knocks
And wasn't none of this planned for
I bought her the big body Jaguar
We pull up with sticks like a task force
It's 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, ain't workin' for free
You wan' see that show, gotta pay you a fee
She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B (Big Bentley B)
I'm servin' this cash (Yeah)
Come with it, we kill him, ain't no sympathy
Dig up the grass (Yeah)
Then bury his body, don't nobody speak
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