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Aye, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard? Nine9, baby! Finessin' niggas that be gullible Pinky ring on me like I won a Super Bowl If a bitch hit my phone, I'm like, osiyo Don't be callin' my phone for my pesos I was smokin' on the cookie, not an Oreo And I was smokin' with lil' Trippie and now it’s Diego Swear I'm all about my chips, about my nachos Yeah, she wanna play me music, yeah, my audio Hundred bank cards, I can't even play Uno And I'm on Mars but I'm not chillin' with Bruno And my pockets fat but they fat like a hippo And my Beamer fast and it's fast without nitro I like Beamer cars, what the fuck is a Volvo? Came up on my own, bitch, I came up novo I was in L.A., coolin' with my brother Sito Smokin' on supreme, I'm not talkin' the box logo And I get shell like a motherfuckin' taco I need my money ASAP, ain't talkin' 'bout Flacko Ball on these niggas like I play for Chicago Ridin' on my Mongoose, used to ride down Largo Walk up in the trampa de la casa Walk up in the trampa de la casa Letras de cancionesI used to walk up in the trampa de la casa And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza Finna walk in that trampa de la casa And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza Finna walk in that trampa de la casa And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza From Letras Mania