IX. (9INE)

prod @user-730460375

lyrics:
bitch I rock out wit that glock up in my pocket
got tha switch on the back of that hoe its shooting like a rocket ya
nigga gotta problem we gon pull up we gon solve this shit
boy Im jus tryna throw hands I aint tryna take yo shit
and yo bitch tryna switch up to are side cuz she know we lit
bad bitch chasing me outside tryn smoke some cigarettes
nigga still buying lean, struggling to pay they rent
bitch im rappin in texas yabitch this what I represent
g-got dat old sound with that new swag
ya I aint a pussy nigga, but I don't wave flags
if yu gon against my crew yu end up with a toe tag
ya Im hittin all plays if yu act funny yu gettn blown back
pull up on yu niggas wit my FN ts infared
last night took sum bad luh shit down inthabed
ye she got black hair but the front glowing red
ya, yuhh yu dont know what Im sippin
ya its lean but I threw a luh xtra inn it
ya pour a four in a lemonade
bad bitch outside think she tryna sun bathe 
walk in ta my crib this shi smell like a ash tray 
cop three yarts at the football gamee
bitch im yung n dumb ya I live the fast way 
ya everytime I wake up spend money like everyday
Ion know if I could fuk wit you or not 
need my bitch ta be all about me not no other guy
seem like yu still stuck on your ex, n Im gettn fried
sum about yu make me luv yuu
she the one that gon go n turn my butterfly blue
when I dont hear from you makes me sick like the flu
ya, I could tell when she aint tellin the truth
cant een walk outside without  clutcin my stick
ya b-bitch im in the back of the class n I jus popped zyn
just popped 2 betta get to facinnn
swat run through this bitch we get to blazinn
yung tew stoned in the cut I look asain
ya my bitch a junkie she wanna pour up the quagan 
we dont sip that weak shi only round me sip tris
she dont wanna cry inna honda she rather cry inna benz
y-ya I jus uploaded this song I got the cash advance
my team vs yours like its tdm
p-put my bad bitch on the yacht like a pbm
ya brand new FN wit me please try again
ya yu still aint purchase shit on ya own yu jus rent
nd dont ask whats in my bag this shit gon put yu to sleep
got the pills in this bitch hella powder and I got lean
got celine white tee I pull up Mr.Clean
ye she was wit yu but she luvv it wit me
ya I been wantin ta take more drugs
gave her all of my time and she want more luv
ye im in luv wit her but she a whore thoo
Ye I think its alright I luv her whore luv

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-lyrics-


Steady be sayin' that that's my loss
At least clean up when you suckin' my cock
Stay with the day 1's and you know that's law
Fuck what they sayin', cover yo cost
You is so lame, you might get tossed
Y-Your bitch got tamed and that's yo loss
Walk in the cut and I show what I got
I-I'm losing my interest I do that alot
They comin' around get the fuck out the spot
Twin fill em' with shells and we watchin' em' drop
M-My brudda ynot he pass me the rock
Hop in the cut with a brand new Glock

Hop in the function with a brand new dot
Hop in the cut with a brand new beam
Hop in the cut with a brand new hoe
My brudda slide he like 18
I'm in love with the milfs, I love old hoes
I've been past onna dime I'm like ohh
Brudda went ghost what it mean
Prolly just chasin' that green woah


Steady be sayin' that that's my loss
At least clean up when you suckin' my cock
Stay with the day 1's and you know that's law
Fuck what they sayin', cover yo cost
You is so lame, you might get tossed
Y-Your bitch got tamed and that's yo loss
Walk in the cut and I show what I got
I-I'm losing my interest I do that alot
They comin' around get the fuck out the spot
Twin fill em' with shells and we watchin' em' drop
M-My brudda ynot he pass me the rock
Hop in the cut with a brand new Glock

Hop in the function with a brand new dot
Hop in the cut with a brand new beam
Hop in the cut with a brand new hoe
My brudda slide he like 18
I'm in love with the milfs, I love old hoes
I've been past onna dime I'm like ohh
Brudda went ghost what it mean
Prolly just chasin' that green woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

IV. (TELL THE TRUTH) feat. 617krt

EVER FELT THIS HIGH?

These jeans amiri, on my waist they with me
I got a vendetta yeah they tryna hear me
I'm rockin that LV got chrome heart on me
Shades all blacked out dope murakami
Don't hear what you say you cannot harm me
These boys are my soldiers I got my own army
I'm totin that shit out the whip you wont harm me
If I'm offed I'm offin myself lil bitch yeah shit don't alarm me
I been settin all these trends, ya dig
Yeah they all about me 
They wanna know bout how I live, ya dig
They should be sorry
Livin like the real trendsetter, bitch, yeah, I be their hobby
You cant be original, yeah, nah, damn you gotta copy
The way I got em flockin to me, thinking that I'm planting seeds
I cant even try to act like I care bout nobodies needs
I just act for myself, myself only, only one I need
I cut all that shit, pour it out, you really seein how I bleed
You don't like this shit, know that any time you know you can leave
I don't need you by my side I see all the shades of deceit
Homeboy think he poppin off but really I think he sound like me
And when he don't, I know jus who he tryna be

IV. (TELL THE TRUTH) feat. 617krt

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