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Aye, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard? Nine9, baby! Uh! Niggas flex they bands, they look pitiful And I be flexin' on these niggas till it's critical Swear these niggas stealin' swag like a criminal They can never get it right, man, that shit difficult I be geeked up, you think I'm focused OG in my lungs, what I'm smokin' Flexed up when a nigga hit the surface In the hills so I ain't got no service Niggas flexin' wrong, I swear they defeat the purpose Smokin' Backwoods, not no bong, I wake up, the birds chirpin' I'm not from Atlanta but I'm in my zone Was stuck in the trap, you can call it my home Money keep callin', I pick up the phone I was servin' the ice cream with no cone Had to Quit the lean, sippin' 2 styrofoam You know what it is, I'm that dude Rockin' designer shit, I think it's cool I hop out the Uber, I'm makin' a move And I made this song just so you can groove Been on the block, what I got to prove? Had to calm down, I got somethin' to lose Had to pick the rari , like, I couldn't choose Letras de cancionesBitch, you know I'm the truth Too much money, can’t walk in my shoes Run it up, can't worry bout you You wanna be me 'cause I'm droppin' the roof Told my bitch, "ben look better than you Fuck 12, what the fuck is a rule? Diamonds wet like a motherfuckin' pool Icebox when you look at my jewels Turn da A upside down like a bat You talkin that shit, I ain't worried 'bout that Smokin' on green like a black cat Yo rollie tickin like a hi-hat Gettin' this cash, know niggas mad Workin hard like I was my dad Take his bitch, man, I feel like my dad In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad Gettin' this cash, know niggas mad Workin hard like I was my dad Take his bitch, man, I feel like my dad In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad, dad Take his bitch, man, I feel like my dad, dad Workin hard like I was my dad From Letras Mania