9mm

I got lot to show
Bout to run it up and stack it up some more

I got racks so turn around
Aint gon cut me off
Got heat like a tommy gun
I got shorty showing love
I'm still flipping chicken straight up off the plate
I been trappin heater in and out the state
Please dont pitch no foul cause nigga we dont play
I still bake it up and eat my fucking cake
I be packing money in and out the safe
I still buss her down and I don't know her name
I be smoking pounds I feel it in my veins
She suck me like a jelly roll
I can't fuck no bitch in tattered clothes
Fuck me up pay it off
I keep shining like a coke head nose

I be swinging like I'm coming out the gym
I keep swerving on these beats they hard as hell
I be serving 9MMs these aint no Ls
I be all up in yo bitch she got her heels in the air up

Whoa whoa
I got racks big bag they coming in
Trap still jumpin like the fucking six
Ima send the pack we come in tens
We gon step in with the
I got racks my money long
Beat it like its donkey kong
I got lung im toking strong
T'd up like we taking off
I keep signs trouble
I be out swerving pouring up Remy rolling up dro
I be out splurging counting up cheese got way more to blow
Pretty lil baby she calling my name and throw it red rover
Way too fire roll with a heater and smoking on hazy
I got all these bitches no you can't be my baby
I keep all these demons so please do not try to eem play me
I got all this reach im geeking you be out faking

I be swinging like I'm coming out the gym
I keep swerving on these beats they hard as hell
I be serving 9MMs these aint no Ls
I be all up in yo bitch she got her heels in the air

I be standing on my own
I been up so shut it down
Way too bad to do no wrong
I got racks so turn me on
Run the stacks then come back home
She got brain she got that dome



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Writer(s): Brandon Nicholson
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