Lyrics
I think all you niggas take me for a bitch, ain't it?
And if you give me paint brushes, then you get painted
You tryna' test the G9 just to get famous
And I done took a nigga cookie and some good
Left him shitty, diarrhea, what he is, ain't it?
Diamond shine, chandelier, quite a gift, ain't it?
Caught a pussy in the rear, catch my drift, safely
And if you eva' get the picture you better not post nothin'
Tell them crackas suck a dick, but what I'm facin'
County talk, whole porch take patients
All this talent, for a show but I ain't see patience
Big Glock, so if you sleepin' now you awaken
I done did the John Wall tryna' flex on 'em
It ain' nun but twenty grand drop a check on 'em
Talkin' leave him where he stayin' let us flex sum
Like we pop a xan, we ain' playin' you'll get stepped on
It's some niggas up to when you be home
Buck the jack, no but through your curtains how we come through
I be ballin' on 'em got me feelin' like I'm Rondo
Never broke again, like that boy Quando Rondo
Tell that boy you play again I'ma sin like pronto
Comin' through the front, back, side, and the window
They think 'cause I signed, I'ma flop I just beginned hoe
I'ma walk around with the .9 just try again tho'
And I put that "Uhh, aye yuh" on the outro
I'ma put that burner on a nigga like a eye hole
They gave me two mill but I think I need a lot more
Gave my niggas them some meals now they eatin' off a
Class in session nigga, I'ma teach ya'
Call Lil Nine the Pastor, off a bean he wanna preach
CTRL, alt, backspace, he get deleted
I think I'm gon' hit a fucking mil on this speaker
Took me for a CD, but ion repeat
Say a nigga gotta C me but I'm a B
I ain' ever pass the tenth grade as you can see
But I done made a big play, blew up from A-Z
She blew me like a balloon mush mouth
Run off in ya' house and all the TVs, take 'em out
I know he ain' gon tell Ion even gotta doubt
If he eva' in a situation, then I'ma get 'em out
Ya' know I gotta pistol somewhere, can't go without
These niggas think they takin' me then we can bang it out
Sum like a water sprout tornado season, spin around
I got the bity bleeding 'cause they like what we about
These niggas playin' recruiters got me mistaken for a scout
We tryna' cop a shoota that's gon' move around town
Water whippin ass shit somehow, a nigga drown
I got a stupid bag like my pockets, they too small
We gon' pop alotta tags hit the mall and have a ball
Talm bout he crashed why that boy ain' wreck the wall?
Oh, he copping deuces talkin' about that extra draw
Fuck a nigga thinkin' bitch you want a bitter fall?
I'm campin' in yo bushes I'm just ready for that gunfire
I'm know thirty Jits, right now who just trynna' slang iron
Wit them thirty dirty thirty poles on a hang time
Snaggletooth tec, fully auto, and some land mines
Tell 'em, mind yo business stay in yours, and I got mine
My watcher, he reserve and observe, it's like it's gang time
Told her stay in her
Uhh, aye
Aye, yuh
Ayye
