Roman Candle

9 Boys, uh 9 Boys BIG SLS Bro got the glock filled up with Julius Randle Hit em in his back, that shit burn like roman candles Yes I spent a bag on a satchel, talking out ya ass the steppa gon' get right at you 12 Dot gon pop up out the cut and he gon smack you Nigga tried to run we got beams on these glocks, dumb nigga we gon catch you Now you in the air with your brodie, Mod rolling gas another opp in the doodie We got baldheads and they look like Ginobili We got 24 up in this glock like Kobe Now she wanna f*ck, but she use to laugh at me We caught 'em on his block, but he ain't fast on his feet Brodie gon up it he gon blast at his tee Now his shit red like he be with Young M.a. I be I can get this bitch to f*ck off Chick-fil-a He was talking on the net caught 'em in person he ain't talking now Brodie play football try to run and he gon hawk you down Hit em in his spine and his legs now he ain't walking Now that pussy crippled he need help, he need a crawler He lucky we ain't take to the Schuylkill in the water (Throw 'em in the water) Yea 9 Boys