9-11

Yeah its ITY I told ya'll Ent f*ck them niggas thought man Young had to grow up yeah I got my dough up Kick in yo front door bruh you ain't got no dough huh Tie you up leave you on the floor dying Kill you leave all the kids crying Bullets hot feel like your face frying Ya bitch said she bad but her lace lying Front Door all we do is court side ITY Scott Storch high My floors cost about 4 dimes i can spend that shit 4 times Just in case you thought that's 40 racks really got a shorddy back She throw it right she get 40 racks looked at her face where the worry at My clip hold Steph curry back yeah nigga that's a 30 pack All my bitches money fat ain't studding none of that Porsche 911 cost 150 40 Cal leave em wit one kidney Bad bitch said oh no you didn't yeah bitch Hit em like Scottie Pippen Uh Hood bitch held me down day one All these games go play sumn I reach in my bag ima lay sumn Hell nah I don't never play son All these niggas claim they rep sets 223 leave his chest wet Damn that shit left a big mess Rest in peace left on his fuckin chest I don't feel remorse I don't feel regret nigga died he ain't even know the set That's just how poker play it don't want the bitch nigga gone and say it Keep on going nigga f*ck quitting you a keep going if ya luck hitting These niggas pussy they touch women see my bitch nigga touch this one My Bitch crazy she keep a Ruger my bitch 40 she is a cougar My bitch wet i became a scuba she my teacher she see the ruler Ima spend 80 bands at the jeweler my bitch need gas ima gone and fueler Look at me wrong my boys a do em i got white boys that gone and sue em Front Row where all these bitches at i swear all my bitches black I swear all my bitches want me back bitch your dead heart attack All i ask where you parking at shot a bitch dog for barking back Bitch pussy tighter than a stocking cap always ask why my pockets fat ITY this the hustle hoe got it off the muscle yo Shoot that nigga don't tussle bro i spent a dub on my fuckin clothes Bitch I don't fight I'm too grown run up in who home Better shoot first or you gone put that nigga on tombstones Damn that nigga ain't coming back who the f*ck thought he was coming at Trynna decide where I'm stunting at bitch in my car like where the buttons at Yeah she know this bitch is foreign crank it up hear this bitch is roaring I'm in the sky you see me Soaring Row in the game and you knowing he scoring Yeah you know i ain't even sleeping yeah you know yo bitch is creeping Ill Break her heart ill leave her weeping now that bitch cant even sleep in Shoot yo pastor and i shoot the deacon because they f*ck wit Trump speeches Leave the pump speaking you on my time and we all demons Uh Right There