Brand New 911 Lyrics – Joey Bada$$
Brand New 911 Details:
Song : Brand New 911
Singer: Joey Bada$$, Westside Gunn
Composer: Chuck Strangers
Lyrics by: Westside Gunn, Joey Bada$$, Chuck Strangers, Larry Bailey
Music Label: Columbia Records, Cinematic Music Group, Pro Era
Brand New 911 Lyrics – Joey Bada$$
Grrt!
Woo, uhh! -uhh! Yeah!
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Yeah!
Badmon, boom, boom, boom, boom
Brand new 911 off the lot, off the lot (skrrt)
It ain’t even cost me a lot, yeah!
Took that b!Tch back to the block, to the block
Heard a n!Gga just got, uhh!
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
The god within me won’t allow
These n!Ggas to contempt me
I keep the peace, full squeeze until my clip is empty
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
They resent me ’cause I’m counting
All these blessings heaven sent me (woo, aah!)
I copped the 911 (yeah!)
Now I’m thinking about the bentley (skrrt, right)
You get mе? I had to take this sh!T
Nobody let me (nobody)
Excеpt me (yeah!)
So I could give a fu*k if you accept me (yeah!)
One thing that’s for sure
B!Tch, you gone respect me (right)
Look, I’ma flex
Do your best not to sweat the technique (nope)
’cause behind the smoke and mirrors
N!Ggas all reflect me (they all)
And I would fu*k with you b!Tches
If my aura let me (at all)
Or if you all would just tune into my frequencies (yeah!)
We expose the secrecy, screaming
“Rest in peace to steez” (rest in peace)
If you don’t got the power
You just gotta peek and see for yourself
’cause when you stay connected to source
You won’t need nothing else
Still, I went and copped me the porsche
Just for my mental health
I guess I couldn’t help myself (skrrt)
I’m screaming out
Brand new 911 off the lot, off the lot (skrrt)
It ain’t even cost me a lot, yeah! (woo)
Took that b!Tch back to the block, to the block
Heard a n!Gga just got got, uhh!
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, woo
Brand new 911 off the lot, off the lot (skrrt)
It ain’t even cost me a lot, yeah! (woo)
Took that b!Tch back to the block, to the block
Heard a n!Gga just got got, uhh! (boom, boom, boom)
Ayo, you in dior, b!Tches adore you
The first time I got knocked was on madison
I’ma feed chef and dope before you (aah!)
Body in the bentley truck, spoiled
All your base out of space
If I’m living then I’m loyal
911 with the wing, couple bodies on the scene (skrrt)
That’s when they had the face
But the body was jeanine (aah!)
That’s when feds had that steam
Just missed me by a second
Now my n!Gga locked, stressing
Made his locker look like precious
Shoot that chopper, send that message
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
It’s our block now (it’s our block now)
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Shoot that chopper, send that message
It’s our block now, (it’s our block now)
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Ayo, watch how I aviate, benz drive from ’88 (skrrt)
My n!Gga got thirty years left
He doing day-for-day (aah!)
He don’t give a fu*k
He on his bunk drinking ace of spades
Soldiers just came home
We had our tears tailor-made
