text: 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