Playing Wit Da Autotune
Ayy, Nine9 really kicking shit, you heard?
Nine9 made it
Playing with the Auto-Tune
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I get high
Glock on my side, so don't try
Bad thick bitch
Toting on that hit stick
I look at her like, "I hit this"
My boys on a mission
Don't condone in dissin'
Light 'em up, it's Christmas
I made a wave, I did it
Nigga, fuck a critic, I don't need no criticism
My white ho dance on me, man, but she do not need no rhythm
Hella drugs up in my system
See an opp, we gotta get him
Talk shit and play the victim
Niggas talk shit, man, what's up with 'em? (woo)
It's just me and- (what's that? What's that? Woo)
It's just me and Nine9 (what's that? What's that?)
Baby, if you really love me, let me speak my mind (woo)
Real street nigga, fell in love with the iron
The way she use her brain, I fell in love with her mind
What's that? What's that? (hm)
What's that? What's that? (hm)
What's that? What's that? (hm)
What's that? What's that? (hm)
What up? What up? (hm)
What up? What up? (hm)
What up? What up? (hm)
What up? What's up? (hm)
Bitch, I got a check, I'm Verizon
On a phone making plays like Verizon
She want a check, think I'm Verizon
Baby, you see what I got, no, you not riding
Playing with the Auto-Tune
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I get high
Glock on my side, so don't try
Nine9 made it
Playing with the Auto-Tune
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I get high
Glock on my side, so don't try
Bad thick bitch
Toting on that hit stick
I look at her like, "I hit this"
My boys on a mission
Don't condone in dissin'
Light 'em up, it's Christmas
I made a wave, I did it
Nigga, fuck a critic, I don't need no criticism
My white ho dance on me, man, but she do not need no rhythm
Hella drugs up in my system
See an opp, we gotta get him
Talk shit and play the victim
Niggas talk shit, man, what's up with 'em? (woo)
It's just me and- (what's that? What's that? Woo)
It's just me and Nine9 (what's that? What's that?)
Baby, if you really love me, let me speak my mind (woo)
Real street nigga, fell in love with the iron
The way she use her brain, I fell in love with her mind
What's that? What's that? (hm)
What's that? What's that? (hm)
What's that? What's that? (hm)
What's that? What's that? (hm)
What up? What up? (hm)
What up? What up? (hm)
What up? What up? (hm)
What up? What's up? (hm)
Bitch, I got a check, I'm Verizon
On a phone making plays like Verizon
She want a check, think I'm Verizon
Baby, you see what I got, no, you not riding
Playing with the Auto-Tune
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I get high
Glock on my side, so don't try
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