No. 9

Yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Sippin' syrup

Ass fat might as well go head rewind
Tell Her I just want the top ain't trying to have no wine and dine
I got bad bitches top 10 dripped in number 9
It was me and my dawg riding with 100 shots
I'm with jonesion and Lito we got all types of Glocks
Little bitch I'm tryna get nut ain't tryna give my heart
These are 762 they will they will tear you apart
I'm a young dumb nigga I got grams in my cart

All my niggas moving weight yeah they the real pusher P
All my niggas they bang TBG but some gon throw up Pete
I was posted up with Prince, Jarre, Juice, and Tuck G
And we gotta stay down cause we be serving every week
And you gotta make a name for yourself to serve me
I got lean my styro, gas in my black sweets
Haven't hit a lick yet wouldn't put it past me
If that shit is not some gas then don't you even pass to me
Was at quick trip for a quick flip last week
Just say one word, know we finna pull up hella deep
Trackhawk jeep, big body Benz, and Srt
Double cup bright green I got money in my drink
Don't you trust your closest people that's what Og told me
Gotta keep your head straight that's what the hood taught me
In a hellcat, if you out here broke can't help that
And I grew up with the same niggas since way back

Ass fat might as well go head rewind
Tell Her I just want the top ain't trying to have no wine and dine
I got bad bitches top 10 dripped in number 9
It was me and my dawg riding with 100 shots
I'm with jonesion and Lito we got all types of Glocks
Little bitch I'm tryna get nut ain't tryna give my heart
These are 762 they will they will tear you apart
I'm a young dumb nigga I got grams in my cart



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Writer(s): Seth Thompson
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