9/11
Back back or bitch im telling
Real hot girl bitch dont text me
No reverend but I'm blessing
You hot then bitch come test me
Got 9's out yea I'm ready
Been havin all that fetti
Dt push weight he heavy
Dt weight push he heavy
Shots gone stick no mac -11'
Done got bout 5 heads
We dodged the case now i got 7
Gone shoot whenever we ready
Got my shot right I'm steady
Be watching birds like Beaty
Ran his pockets now he sweaty
Go hard like capavelli
Break em down if you gone let me
Dont touch my shit you married
Running from my tom like jerry
We shooting shots like larry
100 yards like tom i carry
Don't mess wit slime he scary
Gone put 6 in you don't worry
Back back or bitch im telling
Real hot girl bitch dont text me
No reverend but I'm blessing
You hot then bitch come test me
Got 9's out yea I'm ready
Been havin all dat fetti
Dt push weight he heavy
This glock on me for blasting
Came up from lil drums
Now i got sticks aint dat a blessing
Ain't need no murder weapon
Yea my set knew i was repping
They took my cousin life
Thats when i learned my fuckin lesson
We hard don't need no line
My boys gone clap whenever im ready
Got yo life on the line
Just what yo back it might get bloody
Came out the mud we muddy
Ain't have no bro's who buddy
Come get ya girl she slutty
Skii on fye call em kid cudi
Back back or bitch im telling
Real hot girl bitch dont text me
No reverend but I'm blessing
You hot then bitch come test me
Got 9's out yea I'm ready
Been havin all dat fetti
Dt push weight he heavy
Real hot girl bitch dont text me
No reverend but I'm blessing
You hot then bitch come test me
Got 9's out yea I'm ready
Been havin all that fetti
Dt push weight he heavy
Dt weight push he heavy
Shots gone stick no mac -11'
Done got bout 5 heads
We dodged the case now i got 7
Gone shoot whenever we ready
Got my shot right I'm steady
Be watching birds like Beaty
Ran his pockets now he sweaty
Go hard like capavelli
Break em down if you gone let me
Dont touch my shit you married
Running from my tom like jerry
We shooting shots like larry
100 yards like tom i carry
Don't mess wit slime he scary
Gone put 6 in you don't worry
Back back or bitch im telling
Real hot girl bitch dont text me
No reverend but I'm blessing
You hot then bitch come test me
Got 9's out yea I'm ready
Been havin all dat fetti
Dt push weight he heavy
This glock on me for blasting
Came up from lil drums
Now i got sticks aint dat a blessing
Ain't need no murder weapon
Yea my set knew i was repping
They took my cousin life
Thats when i learned my fuckin lesson
We hard don't need no line
My boys gone clap whenever im ready
Got yo life on the line
Just what yo back it might get bloody
Came out the mud we muddy
Ain't have no bro's who buddy
Come get ya girl she slutty
Skii on fye call em kid cudi
Back back or bitch im telling
Real hot girl bitch dont text me
No reverend but I'm blessing
You hot then bitch come test me
Got 9's out yea I'm ready
Been havin all dat fetti
Dt push weight he heavy
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Writer(s): Chavon Moody
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