Number 9
Cra-cra, suck my dick
Ay, throwing down the scene
My gang got nothing, but collard greens
QB one, throwin' stars, call it beams
Team on my back, I'm on the scene
They gon' ask like, tell me what you mean
I'ma show 'em what I mean
Because I got VV's, VV's with a Nike Tech
You don't see me, can't see me
Now you see me, 'cus I'm up next
Got hibby jibby's, while a freebie widen up my check
And I got BB's, with a freaky all on my neck
Tell her to lay low, 'cus they better not step
Tell 'em I don't need a spot, when I'm hitting my reps
We will have 'em play dead, like I'm training my pet
My bank go swish, how nothing but net
My team all ball, so when we hop up in the jet
They ask how we living, so I show 'em like that
And I tell 'em like that, 'cus it's really no threat
Every time they ask, this is what they get
They ask me how I'm living
Tell 'em all I'm living fine
Asking will I ever make it past the ball
It's perfect time
I miss you, and I'll take the car 'cus it's mine
You can play with your .11, 'cus I'm perfect with my .9
Tell me how you lit
They like, tell me how you did it
I just gave it all a hunnit
I don't care if it's just a scrimmage
I gave my all, and now I'm gonna finish
Work hard, play hard, you know diminish
I played my card, and now I'm in it
Now.my pockets swollen green, like spinach
Ain't in it for the guwop, nah I ain't in it for the fame
But I'm all in this for my momma
And I just love the game
Ain't really in for all the drama
All y'all act the same
Y'all all defined by all your trauma
It's how ya handle pain
So I tell 'em
Lemme handle my shit real quick
While I do my dance, won't break my hip
Got a Rollie, bust down with a whole lot of drip
On both my hands, look at the flick of my wrist
Now, I'ma get down, don't make me pissed
This drop, y'all drown, now you'll get dissed
See me now, I can't be missed
Got the cheat codes down, my life's a glitch
They ask me how I'm living
Tell 'em all I'm living fine
Asking will I ever make it past the ball
It's perfect time
I miss you, and I'll take the car 'cus it's mine
You can play with your .11, 'cus I'm perfect with my .9
(Gunshot)
Ay, throwing down the scene
My gang got nothing, but collard greens
QB one, throwin' stars, call it beams
Team on my back, I'm on the scene
They gon' ask like, tell me what you mean
I'ma show 'em what I mean
Because I got VV's, VV's with a Nike Tech
You don't see me, can't see me
Now you see me, 'cus I'm up next
Got hibby jibby's, while a freebie widen up my check
And I got BB's, with a freaky all on my neck
Tell her to lay low, 'cus they better not step
Tell 'em I don't need a spot, when I'm hitting my reps
We will have 'em play dead, like I'm training my pet
My bank go swish, how nothing but net
My team all ball, so when we hop up in the jet
They ask how we living, so I show 'em like that
And I tell 'em like that, 'cus it's really no threat
Every time they ask, this is what they get
They ask me how I'm living
Tell 'em all I'm living fine
Asking will I ever make it past the ball
It's perfect time
I miss you, and I'll take the car 'cus it's mine
You can play with your .11, 'cus I'm perfect with my .9
Tell me how you lit
They like, tell me how you did it
I just gave it all a hunnit
I don't care if it's just a scrimmage
I gave my all, and now I'm gonna finish
Work hard, play hard, you know diminish
I played my card, and now I'm in it
Now.my pockets swollen green, like spinach
Ain't in it for the guwop, nah I ain't in it for the fame
But I'm all in this for my momma
And I just love the game
Ain't really in for all the drama
All y'all act the same
Y'all all defined by all your trauma
It's how ya handle pain
So I tell 'em
Lemme handle my shit real quick
While I do my dance, won't break my hip
Got a Rollie, bust down with a whole lot of drip
On both my hands, look at the flick of my wrist
Now, I'ma get down, don't make me pissed
This drop, y'all drown, now you'll get dissed
See me now, I can't be missed
Got the cheat codes down, my life's a glitch
They ask me how I'm living
Tell 'em all I'm living fine
Asking will I ever make it past the ball
It's perfect time
I miss you, and I'll take the car 'cus it's mine
You can play with your .11, 'cus I'm perfect with my .9
(Gunshot)
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