Beep me 911
Soon as I land
I move fast
I can't wait on none these niggas
I got plans to get my hands on the cash
Fore' you boys get on
Just know that I been through with that
All these goofies tryna' kick it
But I don't play hacky-sack
Bitches ghost chasing after me
Like I'm the Pac-Man
I pull up with all them ounce bags
Like the trash man
So much gas up in the car
Boy you gon' need a gas mask
Someone beep me 911
I'm on the dash like the flash man
Real ones keep me on the hip
I just come through and I dip
Swerve round here
I be coming outta' nowhere
They be having no idea
I'm too smooth I swear
Moving like I live around here
Momma said to get it how I live
I come through stealth
All by myself
Ringing them bells
Doing so well yeah
Who that boy Mel?
Fool can't you tell?
I'm the realest of the real
Hot as heaven
Cold as hell huh
Keep it concealed (shhh)
City slicking switching gears
Checking the mirrors
Making sure the coast is clear
Lost Angel
Driving inside of a Diablo
The truth is revealed
F*ck a deal
Ima' build
My own studio in the hills
You know I aim for the mills
Help momma pay all her bills
I just can't be sitting still
Gotta' get off on my ass
Gotta' get all of the cash
140 on a dash
I could have my hands tied round my back
Bet I still get it like the cops on my back
911 thought I had almost crashed
Haha yeah
F*ck a deal
It's how feel
Expecting a check in the mail
Laugh to the bank like Chapelle
Haters quacking Daffy Dills
Ima' peel out
Like an orange in my foreign
F*ck with me
Your boy is boring
I gotta' whole different story
Swear I been out here exploring
So entertaining like Maury
You don't even know where you going
The f*ck is you doing
Don't even know where you (wait)
I been on my game
Paving em lanes
Making them hop a train
Swinging on things
Making them bells ring
Gotta' do it again
Do it some more
Pull out the liquor and poor
Like we at Moe's
Get you a smoke
Listen to this while you high
Jump inside my UFO
F*ck a deal
Ima' build
My own studio in the hills
You know I aim for the mills
Help momma pay all her bills
I just can't be sitting still
Gotta' get off on my ass
Gotta' get all of the cash
140 on a dash
I could have my hands tied round my back
Bet I still get it like the cops on my back
911 thought I had almost crashed
Haha yeah
F*ck a deal
It's how feel
Expecting a check in the mail
Laugh to the bank like Chapelle
Haters quacking Daffy Dills
Beep me 911
Soon as I land
I move fast
I can't wait on none these niggas
I got plans to get my hands on the cash
Fore' you boys get on
Just know that I been through with that
All these goofies tryna kick it
But I don't play hacky-sack
Bitches ghost chasing after me
Like I'm the Pac-Man
I pull up with all them ounce bags
Like the trash man
So much gas up in the car
Boy you gon' need a gas mask
Someone beep me 911
I'm on the dash like the flash man
Bitch I pull up
Whole lot skunk in the trunk
Make you throw up (ugh)
Jackhammer subs
Wake the whole neighborhood up
Call 911 (hold up)
From the slums to subs
We done came up
But shit ain't change us
We still f*cking shit up
Motherf*cker we the ones
Nothing can't fade us
Bitch I pull up
Whole lot skunk in the trunk
Make you throw up (ugh)
Jackhammer subs
Wake the whole neighborhood up
Call 911 (hold up)
From the slums to subs
We done came up
But shit ain't change us
We still f*cking shit up
Motherf*cker we the ones
Nothing can't fade us
Melsvista - Beep-Me-911 Lyrics
Melsvista - Beep-Me-911 Lyrics
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Beep me 911
Soon as I land
I move fast
I can't wait on none these niggas
I got plans to get my hands on the cash
Fore' you boys get on
Just know that I been through with that
All these goofies tryna' kick it
But I don't play hacky-sack
Bitches ghost chasing after me
Like I'm the Pac-Man
I pull up with all them ounce bags
Like the trash man
So much gas up in the car
Boy you gon' need a gas mask
Someone beep me 911
I'm on the dash like the flash man
Real ones keep me on the hip
I just come through and I dip
Swerve round here
I be coming outta' nowhere
They be having no idea
I'm too smooth I swear
Moving like I live around here
Momma said to get it how I live
I come through stealth
All by myself
Ringing them bells
Doing so well yeah
Who that boy Mel?
Fool can't you tell?
I'm the realest of the real
Hot as heaven
Cold as hell huh
Keep it concealed (shhh)
City slicking switching gears
Checking the mirrors
Making sure the coast is clear
Lost Angel
Driving inside of a Diablo
The truth is revealed
F*ck a deal
Ima' build
My own studio in the hills
You know I aim for the mills
Help momma pay all her bills
I just can't be sitting still
Gotta' get off on my ass
Gotta' get all of the cash
140 on a dash
I could have my hands tied round my back
Bet I still get it like the cops on my back
911 thought I had almost crashed
Haha yeah
F*ck a deal
It's how feel
Expecting a check in the mail
Laugh to the bank like Chapelle
Haters quacking Daffy Dills
Ima' peel out
Like an orange in my foreign
F*ck with me
Your boy is boring
I gotta' whole different story
Swear I been out here exploring
So entertaining like Maury
You don't even know where you going
The f*ck is you doing
Don't even know where you (wait)
I been on my game
Paving em lanes
Making them hop a train
Swinging on things
Making them bells ring
Gotta' do it again
Do it some more
Pull out the liquor and poor
Like we at Moe's
Get you a smoke
Listen to this while you high
Jump inside my UFO
F*ck a deal
Ima' build
My own studio in the hills
You know I aim for the mills
Help momma pay all her bills
I just can't be sitting still
Gotta' get off on my ass
Gotta' get all of the cash
140 on a dash
I could have my hands tied round my back
Bet I still get it like the cops on my back
911 thought I had almost crashed
Haha yeah
F*ck a deal
It's how feel
Expecting a check in the mail
Laugh to the bank like Chapelle
Haters quacking Daffy Dills
Beep me 911
Soon as I land
I move fast
I can't wait on none these niggas
I got plans to get my hands on the cash
Fore' you boys get on
Just know that I been through with that
All these goofies tryna kick it
But I don't play hacky-sack
Bitches ghost chasing after me
Like I'm the Pac-Man
I pull up with all them ounce bags
Like the trash man
So much gas up in the car
Boy you gon' need a gas mask
Someone beep me 911
I'm on the dash like the flash man
Bitch I pull up
Whole lot skunk in the trunk
Make you throw up (ugh)
Jackhammer subs
Wake the whole neighborhood up
Call 911 (hold up)
From the slums to subs
We done came up
But shit ain't change us
We still f*cking shit up
Motherf*cker we the ones
Nothing can't fade us
Bitch I pull up
Whole lot skunk in the trunk
Make you throw up (ugh)
Jackhammer subs
Wake the whole neighborhood up
Call 911 (hold up)
From the slums to subs
We done came up
But shit ain't change us
We still f*cking shit up
Motherf*cker we the ones
Nothing can't fade us
Soon as I land
I move fast
I can't wait on none these niggas
I got plans to get my hands on the cash
Fore' you boys get on
Just know that I been through with that
All these goofies tryna' kick it
But I don't play hacky-sack
Bitches ghost chasing after me
Like I'm the Pac-Man
I pull up with all them ounce bags
Like the trash man
So much gas up in the car
Boy you gon' need a gas mask
Someone beep me 911
I'm on the dash like the flash man
Real ones keep me on the hip
I just come through and I dip
Swerve round here
I be coming outta' nowhere
They be having no idea
I'm too smooth I swear
Moving like I live around here
Momma said to get it how I live
I come through stealth
All by myself
Ringing them bells
Doing so well yeah
Who that boy Mel?
Fool can't you tell?
I'm the realest of the real
Hot as heaven
Cold as hell huh
Keep it concealed (shhh)
City slicking switching gears
Checking the mirrors
Making sure the coast is clear
Lost Angel
Driving inside of a Diablo
The truth is revealed
F*ck a deal
Ima' build
My own studio in the hills
You know I aim for the mills
Help momma pay all her bills
I just can't be sitting still
Gotta' get off on my ass
Gotta' get all of the cash
140 on a dash
I could have my hands tied round my back
Bet I still get it like the cops on my back
911 thought I had almost crashed
Haha yeah
F*ck a deal
It's how feel
Expecting a check in the mail
Laugh to the bank like Chapelle
Haters quacking Daffy Dills
Ima' peel out
Like an orange in my foreign
F*ck with me
Your boy is boring
I gotta' whole different story
Swear I been out here exploring
So entertaining like Maury
You don't even know where you going
The f*ck is you doing
Don't even know where you (wait)
I been on my game
Paving em lanes
Making them hop a train
Swinging on things
Making them bells ring
Gotta' do it again
Do it some more
Pull out the liquor and poor
Like we at Moe's
Get you a smoke
Listen to this while you high
Jump inside my UFO
F*ck a deal
Ima' build
My own studio in the hills
You know I aim for the mills
Help momma pay all her bills
I just can't be sitting still
Gotta' get off on my ass
Gotta' get all of the cash
140 on a dash
I could have my hands tied round my back
Bet I still get it like the cops on my back
911 thought I had almost crashed
Haha yeah
F*ck a deal
It's how feel
Expecting a check in the mail
Laugh to the bank like Chapelle
Haters quacking Daffy Dills
Beep me 911
Soon as I land
I move fast
I can't wait on none these niggas
I got plans to get my hands on the cash
Fore' you boys get on
Just know that I been through with that
All these goofies tryna kick it
But I don't play hacky-sack
Bitches ghost chasing after me
Like I'm the Pac-Man
I pull up with all them ounce bags
Like the trash man
So much gas up in the car
Boy you gon' need a gas mask
Someone beep me 911
I'm on the dash like the flash man
Bitch I pull up
Whole lot skunk in the trunk
Make you throw up (ugh)
Jackhammer subs
Wake the whole neighborhood up
Call 911 (hold up)
From the slums to subs
We done came up
But shit ain't change us
We still f*cking shit up
Motherf*cker we the ones
Nothing can't fade us
Bitch I pull up
Whole lot skunk in the trunk
Make you throw up (ugh)
Jackhammer subs
Wake the whole neighborhood up
Call 911 (hold up)
From the slums to subs
We done came up
But shit ain't change us
We still f*cking shit up
Motherf*cker we the ones
Nothing can't fade us
Writer: Melvin Ayala
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid