Joey Bada$$ – Brand New 911 (ft. Westside Gunn) (Audio, Lyrics)

Listen to the “Brand New 911” song by Joey Bada$$ which features Westside Gunn. The piece of music was produced by Chuck Strangers, DopeBoyzMuzic, 0445c & Fred Warmsley. Stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Joey Bada$$ Brand New 911

Following a string of singles and heavy anticipation, Joey Bada$$ finally delivered his latest album 2000 in the wee hours of Friday morning. The project faced numerous delays due to sample clearances. However, the wait was well worth the outcome of the project. The 14-song effort boasts appearances from Chris Brown, J.I.D, and more but perhaps, the most notable collab so far is “Brand New 911” ft. Westside Gunn. With Chuck Strangers delivering the hazy, horn-friendly production, Westside Gunn and Joey Bada$$ marvel at the fruits of their labor. “I copped the 911 (Yeah), now I’m thinkin’ ’bout the Bentley (Skrrt, right) You get mе? I had to take this shit, nobody let me,” Joey raps on his verse. Gunn also laces the entire track with his signature ad-libs, too.

Joey Bada$$ – Brand New 911 (ft. Westside Gunn) (prod. Chuck Strangers, DopeBoyzMuzic, 0445c & Fred Warmsley)

Lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$ & Westside Gunn]
Woo (Grrt)
Uh-uh, yeah (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah (Badmon, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$ & Westside Gunn]
Brand new 911 off the lot, off the lot, uh (Skrrt)
It ain’t even cost me a lot, uh, yeah
Took that bitch back to the block, to the block, uh
Heard a nigga just got boom, boom, boom, boom, uh
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$ & Westside Gunn]
The God within me won’t allow these niggas to contempt me
I keep the piece, full squeeze until my clip is empty (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
They resent me ’cause I’m countin’ all these blessings heaven sent me (Woo, ah)
I copped the 911 (Yeah), now I’m thinkin’ ’bout the Bentley (Skrrt, right)
You get me? I had to take this shit, nobody let me (Nobody)
Except me (Uh) so I could give a fuck if you accept me (Yeah)
One thing that’s for sure, bitch, you gon’ respect me (Right)
Look, I’ma flex, do your best not to sweat the technique (Nope)
‘Cause behind the smoke and mirrors, niggas all reflect me (They all)
And I would fuck with you bitches if my aura let me (At all)
Or if you all would just tune into my frequencies (Yeah)
We expose the secrecy, screamin’, “Rest in peace to Steez” (Rest in peace)
If you don’t got the power, you just gotta peek and see for yourself
‘Cause when you stay connected to source, you won’t need nothin’ else
Still I went and copped me the Porsche just for my mental health
I guess I couldn’t help myself (Skrrt) I’m screamin’ out

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$ & Westside Gunn]
Brand new 911 off the lot, off the lot (Skrrt)
It ain’t even cost me a lot, uh, yeah (Woo)
Took that bitch back to the block, to the block
Heard a nigga just got, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, oww)
Brand new 911 off the lot, off the lot (Skrrt)
It ain’t even cost me a lot, uh, yeah (Woo)
Took that bitch back to the block, to the block, uh
Heard a nigga just got got (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, you in Dior, bitches adore you
The first time I got knocked was on Madison
All my fiends chef and dope before you (Ah)
Body in the Bentley truck spoiled
All your base out of space, if I’m livin’ then I’m loyal
911 with the wing, couple bodies on the scene (Skrrt)
That’s when Naya had the face but the body was Jeanine (Ah)
That’s when Feds had that steam, just missed me by a second
Now my nigga locked, stressin’, made his locker look like Precious
Shoot that chopper, send that message (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) it’s our block now
(It’s our block now, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Shoot that chopper, send that message, this our block now
(This our block now, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ayo, watch how I aviate, Benz drive from ’88 (Skrrt)
My nigga got thirty years left, he doin’ day-for-day (Ah)
He don’t give a fuck, he on his bunk drinkin’ Ace of Spades
Sos just came home, we had our Timbs tailor-made (Tailor-made)