411 Songtext
von Ryan Trey

She want to come to the telly she want to fly
She want to live a little
She want to party, private island
Want to be more than friends she bringing all her friends
All her friends
Want to feel live again
She wanna, we outside
Fuck it lets get her outside
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4-1-1
Blow up the spot
Blow up the spot
Her too, her too, her too, her too
Come on, her too, come on
Yeah Im rolling, Im rolling, Im rolling
Im rolling, Im rolling, Im rolling
Oh yeah


Rolling im rolling
I don′t fly commercials
This shit just went straight to the head
I'm in LA two sticks with my led
And my young niggas ready to crash
I crack the seal of that dirty diana
She told me she ready to smash
Twenty nineteen I was fucked up about tour
I told all my brothers let′s go get this cash
Twenty two three I just bust down my bitch a new business
She got her own bag
Foreign outside I just got out of service
Strawberry guts on the dash
Its her and her friends in the back
They know when they coming back
Feel like a thief in the night
The hideaway spot it look nice
Can tell she a freak by her sign
She told me don't open the blinds
The tatt on her neck it says "Ryan"
The carti is two thousand five
Dont feed him but keep him alive
She say she with friends what's the vibe
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4-1-1
Blow up the spot
Blow up the spot
Her too, her too, her too, her too
Come on, her too, come on
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4
Give her the 4-1-1
Give her the 4-1-1
Blow up the spot
Blow up the spot
Her too, her too, her too, her too
Come on, her too, come on
She want to come to the telly she want to fly
She want to live a little
She want to party, private island
Want to be more than friends she bringing all her friends
All her friends
Want to feel live again
She wanna, we outside
Fuck it lets get her outside