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Ryan Trey - 411 Lyrics



Ryan Trey - 411 Lyrics
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She wanna come to the telly, she wanna fly
She wanna live a little, she wanna party, private island
Wanna be more than fan, she bringin' all her friends, all her friends
Wanna feel live again, she wanna, oh, we outside
F*ck it, let's get outside

Give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4
Get her the 4-1-1, get her the 4-1-1
(Load up the spot, load up the spot, her too, uh, her too, brr, her too
Uh, her too, uh, come on, uh, her too, uh, come on, uh)

Yeah, rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin'
I'm rollin', I'm rollin', oh, yeah (I'm rollin', oh, yeah)
Rollin', I'm rollin', I don't fly commercial
The G6 went straight to the air (the G6 went straight to the air)
I'm in L.A. With some sticks from Atlanta, my young niggas ready to crash (crash)
I crack the seal of that Dirty Diana, she tell me she ready to smash
2019, I was f*cked up, I told all my brothers, "Let's go get this cash," yeah
20-2-3, I just buss down my bitch a new business, she got her own bag
Foreign outside, it just got out of surgery, strawberry guts on the dash, huh
It's her and her friends in the back, yeah
They know what it is when I'm back
Feel like a thief in the night (yeah)
That hideaway spot in the nines (oh)
Can tell she freak by her sign (look)
She told me, "Don't open the blinds" (hey)
This tat' on her neck it say, "Ryan" (yeah)
The Cartier is 2005 (yeah)
Want freedom but keep 'em alive (yeah)
She say she with friends was a vibe

Give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4
Get her the 4-1-1, get her the 4-1-1
(Load up the spot, load up the spot, her too, uh, her too, brr, her too
Uh, her too, uh, come on, uh, her too, uh, come on)
Give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4
Get her the 4-1-1, get her the 4-1-1
(Load up the spot, load up the spot, her too, uh, her too, brr, her too
Uh, her too, uh, come on, uh, her too, uh, come on)

She wanna come to the telly, she wanna fly
She wanna live a little, she wanna party, private island
Wanna be more than fan, she bringin' all her friends, all her friends
Wanna feel live again, she wanna, oh, we outside
F*ck it, let's get outside

Feeling cold?
Oh, so cold
That's what we're documenting
Streets say you miss me
Let me see, hang on
Streets say you miss me, haha, haha
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She wanna come to the telly, she wanna fly
She wanna live a little, she wanna party, private island
Wanna be more than fan, she bringin' all her friends, all her friends
Wanna feel live again, she wanna, oh, we outside
F*ck it, let's get outside

Give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4
Get her the 4-1-1, get her the 4-1-1
(Load up the spot, load up the spot, her too, uh, her too, brr, her too
Uh, her too, uh, come on, uh, her too, uh, come on, uh)

Yeah, rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin'
I'm rollin', I'm rollin', oh, yeah (I'm rollin', oh, yeah)
Rollin', I'm rollin', I don't fly commercial
The G6 went straight to the air (the G6 went straight to the air)
I'm in L.A. With some sticks from Atlanta, my young niggas ready to crash (crash)
I crack the seal of that Dirty Diana, she tell me she ready to smash
2019, I was f*cked up, I told all my brothers, "Let's go get this cash," yeah
20-2-3, I just buss down my bitch a new business, she got her own bag
Foreign outside, it just got out of surgery, strawberry guts on the dash, huh
It's her and her friends in the back, yeah
They know what it is when I'm back
Feel like a thief in the night (yeah)
That hideaway spot in the nines (oh)
Can tell she freak by her sign (look)
She told me, "Don't open the blinds" (hey)
This tat' on her neck it say, "Ryan" (yeah)
The Cartier is 2005 (yeah)
Want freedom but keep 'em alive (yeah)
She say she with friends was a vibe

Give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4
Get her the 4-1-1, get her the 4-1-1
(Load up the spot, load up the spot, her too, uh, her too, brr, her too
Uh, her too, uh, come on, uh, her too, uh, come on)
Give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4-1-1, give her the 4
Get her the 4-1-1, get her the 4-1-1
(Load up the spot, load up the spot, her too, uh, her too, brr, her too
Uh, her too, uh, come on, uh, her too, uh, come on)

She wanna come to the telly, she wanna fly
She wanna live a little, she wanna party, private island
Wanna be more than fan, she bringin' all her friends, all her friends
Wanna feel live again, she wanna, oh, we outside
F*ck it, let's get outside

Feeling cold?
Oh, so cold
That's what we're documenting
Streets say you miss me
Let me see, hang on
Streets say you miss me, haha, haha
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Writer: Ryan Fulton, Zachary Mullett
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Ryan Trey
Length: 2:06
Written by: Ryan Fulton, Zachary Mullett

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