911

Pull up in that white Porsche 911
On my hip that 9 milly 1911
Somebody better go, and bring back a reverend
I look like I just died, and walked out of heaven
Pull up in that white Porsche 911
On my hip that 9 milly 1911
Somebody better go, and bring back a reverend
I look like I just died, and walked out of heaven (out of heaven)

Ladies love these bookoo scars
And I be spacing out don't use no Xanny bars
Fresher than a prince, in this Jetson car
Smoking moon rocks I got from a avatar (from a avatar)
And my wrist spangle, just like a banner
And I went and got some Gucci straight from Eastern Atlanta
I'm TTonyStark if he was mixed with Tony Montana
You fucked her raw I'm sorry dawg, she dirty Diana (dirty Diana)

I'm spacing off
I'm on mars
You hear that car
Skirt skirt skirt skirt skirt

Pull up in that white Porsche 911
On my hip that 9 milly 1911
Somebody better go, and bring back a reverend
I look like I just died, and walked out of heaven
Pull up in that white Porsche 911
On my hip that 9 milly 1911
Somebody better go, and bring back a reverend
I look like I just died, and walked out of heaven (out of heaven)

I'm a gladiator
I swear I get so happy when I see a hater
I made it and you didn't so congratulations
Cause a nigga never made nothing being a hater (from being a hater)
Cooler than a a.c my nickname should be slater
I got a homie in the hood that owns a damn alligator
I'm the teacher you're the student so I'm checking the paper
It's clear to see it's black and white, like I play for the raiders

I'm spacing off
I'm on mars
You hear that car
Skirt skirt skirt skirt skirt

Pull up in that white Porsche 911
On my hip that 9 milly 1911
Somebody better go, and bring back a reverend
I look like I just died, and walked out of heaven
Pull up in that white Porsche 911
On my hip that 9 milly 1911
Somebody better go, and bring back a reverend
I look like I just died, and walked out of heaven