Numba Nine

Squirl
Rollie go stupid
Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it
Left at the end of the night, now I'm back

Walkin' with troops, we holdin' up stacks
007, walkin' through the trap
I keep me a demon, so watch how you act
Huh, what, huh, what

This also my flow so you know what's whatnin
I'm gon' have to whack you if you get the cappin
I'ma spin through ya' block in the middle of rapping
Huh, what, huh, what

OTG on the top of the map, so what's up
I got a few drops inside of my cup
Heard the opps through the door, so we poppin' the club
Still at the start of the season, I caught me a dub (huh)

Get on them boys in that traffic and catch me a bug (what)
Gotta have motion, we can't get caught with no slugs (flrt, blrtt)
I gotta, I gotta get to the bag, cause they know I'm the one (huh,huh,slatt)
I told her to take it, gave her a numba nine

I'm tryna eat her up like the end of the Ramadan
I'ma crash out youngin', like I'm outta my mind
Better think fast, cause we runnin' out of time
Bustin' your shorty down in the Gucci slides

I know you ain't built, so you ain't even gotta ride
We gon' find you in no time, you ain't even gotta hide
I'ma take me a puff, now I'm flowin' right through the sky
Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it

I'm droppin' this hit, then I'm bout to ditch
Might slide back, drop me a diss
I cannot be stopped, I'm really the kid
Put it up for auction, drop me a bid

I'm kickin' them out the field Real Madrid
You tellin' me some, I already did
Let's hop in the track and go on a hit
You already know I'm out wit' the stick

Punch in god, y'all can't keep up with me
You a clown, and ya' every move is funny to me
You not even on my level, bro get up with me
That's the last of my words, y'all got a lil' sum' of me

Slaughter Troop, yeah
Slatt