SUTPHIN TO THE 9
(Ear drummers)
I move smooth with it
Bet you ain't never fuck yo' bitch
I bet that Lou hit it
Yeah, I bet that Lou hit it
Even if I ain't do it, they be like you did it
I seen my bitch change on me
Now I'm Michael Jordan, I got six rings on me
Movin' like a slave, I got six chains on me (Yeh, Yeh)
Flexin' on the gram, runnin' round with 80 on me
I'm gettin' cash money, niggas thinkin' Baby signed me
And now I roll with Chouie so I'm rockin' bigger diamonds
Chouie run with Louie so we got them bitches on us (Yeh, Yeh)
Call my Philly niggas make them put the 6's on
And we had all the static till we put the switches on
Like fuck that shit
Every time you diss me, I'm gon fuck yo' bitch
I got rule minuscule nigga that she love this shit
She ain't got no morals
She gon prolly let my brother hit
Louie Baby lit, I fuck around and make my brother lit
We Sutphin to the 9 ain't no different
They still gunnin' shit
Try to keep it cool, gas vibes
I don't want that shit (No no)
Gotta bad past
Bitch, don't call me by my government
When I got locked man
I seen all them people change on me
Who am I to complain with all these rocks and all these rings on me?
How can I maintain when I got murder on my brain homie?
30 in that thing and I got money in the bank for it
Nigga fuck a case ad
Them niggas put them things on us
Runnin' from the tricks ad
Them niggas switchin' states on us
I cannot be fake
I did the challenge, went and stay full
How cannot betray anything I put in plane for (Grrr)
Niggas hardly kill
I put them pussies on a plate four
Niggas said I ate man
Who you pussy niggas playin' for
Bitches know they can't
That's why these pussy niggas hatin' for
She know I'm the man
This why them dirty bitch be stayin' for
In the faith which you motherfuckers waitin' for
We got that thing to make your motherfuckin' brain sore
How'd you pop the bag and put these motherfuckin' chains on
How'd you change the game and put the motherfuckin' gang on (Let's go)
Louie Baby lit, I fuck around and make my brother lit
We Sutphin to the 9 ain't no different
They still gunnin' shit
Try to keep it cool, gas vibes
I don't want that shit
Gotta bad past
Bitch, don't call me by my government (Bitch)
I move smooth with it
Bet you ain't never fuck yo' bitch
I bet that Lou hit it
Yeah, I bet that Lou hit it
Even if I ain't do it, they be like you did it
I seen my bitch change on me
Now I'm Michael Jordan, I got six rings on me
Movin' like a slave, I got six chains on me (Yeh, Yeh)
Flexin' on the gram, runnin' round with 80 on me
I'm gettin' cash money, niggas thinkin' Baby signed me
And now I roll with Chouie so I'm rockin' bigger diamonds
Chouie run with Louie so we got them bitches on us (Yeh, Yeh)
Call my Philly niggas make them put the 6's on
And we had all the static till we put the switches on
Like fuck that shit
Every time you diss me, I'm gon fuck yo' bitch
I got rule minuscule nigga that she love this shit
She ain't got no morals
She gon prolly let my brother hit
Louie Baby lit, I fuck around and make my brother lit
We Sutphin to the 9 ain't no different
They still gunnin' shit
Try to keep it cool, gas vibes
I don't want that shit (No no)
Gotta bad past
Bitch, don't call me by my government
When I got locked man
I seen all them people change on me
Who am I to complain with all these rocks and all these rings on me?
How can I maintain when I got murder on my brain homie?
30 in that thing and I got money in the bank for it
Nigga fuck a case ad
Them niggas put them things on us
Runnin' from the tricks ad
Them niggas switchin' states on us
I cannot be fake
I did the challenge, went and stay full
How cannot betray anything I put in plane for (Grrr)
Niggas hardly kill
I put them pussies on a plate four
Niggas said I ate man
Who you pussy niggas playin' for
Bitches know they can't
That's why these pussy niggas hatin' for
She know I'm the man
This why them dirty bitch be stayin' for
In the faith which you motherfuckers waitin' for
We got that thing to make your motherfuckin' brain sore
How'd you pop the bag and put these motherfuckin' chains on
How'd you change the game and put the motherfuckin' gang on (Let's go)
Louie Baby lit, I fuck around and make my brother lit
We Sutphin to the 9 ain't no different
They still gunnin' shit
Try to keep it cool, gas vibes
I don't want that shit
Gotta bad past
Bitch, don't call me by my government (Bitch)
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