9 LIVES

Uh, yeah, I'm with my dawgs, gettin' breeshie Yeah, my main bitch callin' on my phone Said she need me Bitch, I'm gettin' money we could link up next weekend She started screamin' I hung up, girl, you tweakin' I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin' I took them boys on the chase, my whip illegal Yeah, make um eat my dust Wild West, 11.59 Got it in my scope, see it with my eyes T-Time on some truckin' shit, You post that cash, it's counterfeit Every day we stackin' it, I mix the dirty with legit Hit the plug up for a bag, He said that he shippin' it And my diamonds blingin' You could see that shit through the tints Watch um tryin' parody she don't f*ck with scrubs, I call her TLC She got good dome, I call her Tel Aviv Chain up on my neck, it's weighin' heavily Got your bitch lickin' on my tat She gon' throw it back, make that shit clap Uh, yeah, I'm with my dawgs, gettin' breeshie Yeah, my main bitch callin' on my phone Said she need me Bitch, I'm gettin' money We could link up next weekend She started screamin' I hung up, girl, you tweakin' I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin' I took them boys on the chase, my whip illegal Yeah, make um eat my dust Wild West, 11.59 Got it in my scope, see it with my eyes Why you talkin' loosely, please don't push me Think you got nine lives, you a pussy I got knives from Japan They could cut you just by lookin Yeah, my dawg said he want it So I went and fuckin' took it Yeah, I think they saw us comin' Hit the gas and they booked it Bad bitch from London Got her ass from tea and crumpets With the plug, I'm plugged in, Got that gas if you want it If I want that whip, I'm callin' GTA Break the glass, beat his ass Just like this shit, MMA Uh, yeah, I'm with my dawgs, gettin' breeshie Yeah, my main bitch callin' on my phone Said she need me Bitch, I'm gettin' money we could link up next weekend She started screamin' I hung up, girl, you tweakin' I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin' I took them boys on the chase, my whip illegal Yeah, make um eat my dust Wild West, 11.59 Got it in my scope, see it with my eyes Three amigos, Chevy Chase, throwin' up a blue face She droppin' that bikini bottom Tryna throw it in my face Lotta empty bottles when I wake up on the top floor Said that she a model I still got that bitch stirrin' sauce See that red bottom, when it hit I think it broke his jaw Every day we lit There ain't no way that we could turn it off How you say you poppin'? I ain't never fuckin' heard of ya I get that ass shakin' When they play me, they gon' turn it up Uh, yeah, I'm with my dawgs, gettin' breeshie Yeah, my main bitch callin' on my phone Said she need me Bitch, I'm gettin' money we could link up next weekend She started screamin' I hung up, girl, you tweakin' I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin' I took them boys on the chase, my whip illegal Yeah, make um eat my dust Wild West, 11.59 Got it in my scope, see it with my eyes