prod A9

One (prod. A9)

prowess {A9}

Kiss

Lyrics:

I just smoked a big pot, totin' on a big glock
I been driving fast, mothaf*ck a pit stop
luh b*tch tryna suck me up, i think not
I thought you was the best but I guess not
You said you wasn't like the rest but I guess not
Im totin' on a Johny Test this the best Glock
The switch blowin like a Tec but the Ref not
I gotta lot to gain baby, you get left out
You hoes all the same, baby, you should dead stop
Tired of bein' so humble I think im the best out

Tryna take him off the map when I ride in that scat
ima keep me a red dot

F*ckin' that b*tch so crazy you would think its Mojang how that bedrock (Damn)

Yall boy just talk alot
No I never think ever the guap would stop
And my pockets so fat ima walk with knots
I remember them days I was selling rocks
I remember them days I was selling bags
I remember yo hoe tried to leg lock
I aint trippin', I tote on a Kris Vect
You be trippin', you turn into Chris Rock
They tried dissin' on LO like who next?
Got them (not important) boys in a headshot
Big dog, I aint really playin' with yall boys
My niggas fuck around they playing with them toys
Baby tryna live this life, naw it aint a choice
Aint tryna hear what yall about, yall aint making noise

Na - FIN

Guess not {A9}

who’s calling (@a9)

no fun {A9 + JRK}

jack of all trades v1. {A9}

LIL DUMMY prod a9

smoke

kowabunga prod a9

Lyrics: 

(Big ass dray dray, Call out Mayday)

(Slice em' for that payday)

Ahh

Fuck nigga come around when he want sum
Chasin' dollars he gon turn on you for a lump sum
Wave him down here, tryna introduce the new me
Meet my brand new pipe, gon buy yo head a smoothie
Countless roads, not really sure where I went wrong
Catch this metal, give a fuck bout' what you bench on
Cuttin' ties and the service, I don't miss y'all
Make a move it's gon turn into "Rest In Piss" dawg

Ion know why niggas jus be tryna start some shit, like
Just go get yo money
Aye man, um, can I ask you a question?

Why you starin? That's creepy
My neck jus wet like squeegee
Wit my bro, Waluigi
Two plus one, we three deep
My girl beat bitches, she a meanie
Take me out and treat me
Just steal my soul she eat me
Don't ever think she gon' leave me
I'm talkin shit, I'm a friendly fellow
Real proper wit a side of ghetto
Like that ass fat, plate of jello
Tell her "cmon I'm tryna be flattened"
Introvert, not tryna say hello
Slap a bald nigga, slap that melon
Creep up on me, you'll catch that blammer
Judge Judy, I got that hammer

Fuck nigga come around when he want sum
Chasin' dollars he gon turn on you for a lump sum
Wave him down here, tryna introduce the new me
Meet my brand new pipe, gon buy yo head a smoothie
Countless roads, not really sure where I went wrong
Catch this metal, give a fuck bout' what you bench on
Cuttin' ties and the service, I don't miss y'all
Make a move it's gon turn into "Rest In Piss" dawg

(Powering Down)

WANT SUM?

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