[Verse 1: Nines]
My new burner's so long
It shoots till it goes click-click, comes like I'm tryna turn the stove on
If you get caught with that birdie in the trunk
When you get to the station, better turn into a monk
I had TP's, pure sniff
Your re-up came in a bag, mine came on a forklift
Ask around
I'm the number one plug when it comes to weed, pound-for-pound
Them opps' guns jam a lot
I got the same ones Tony Montana got
I ain't like them niggas, these man are bummy
The kinda broke that owes the weed man money
It's Nines
[Verse 2: J Styles]
They call it candy cane
Free Pap, it's killing thе brandy game
We ran it up, put it on my family name
That's bro likе Sully and Dushane
I'm the one to turn up the deadline
250 Benz hug the road like it's bedtime
They know I run track like the Met line
Fatz in my ear bro like "Anyone can get bine"
When they ask if I'm good, I just say I'm great
Got a baddie waiting on a date
You know Styles pull up fashionably late
She know I'm dope like them tracks we create
Dope boy shit, they try put me on the digis
White girl from country, I took her to the city
They ain't seen a trap like this since Nina and Midgey
We ain't stepping out without ninas and glizzies
My new burner's so long
It shoots till it goes click-click, comes like I'm tryna turn the stove on
If you get caught with that birdie in the trunk
When you get to the station, better turn into a monk
I had TP's, pure sniff
Your re-up came in a bag, mine came on a forklift
Ask around
I'm the number one plug when it comes to weed, pound-for-pound
Them opps' guns jam a lot
I got the same ones Tony Montana got
I ain't like them niggas, these man are bummy
The kinda broke that owes the weed man money
It's Nines
[Verse 2: J Styles]
They call it candy cane
Free Pap, it's killing thе brandy game
We ran it up, put it on my family name
That's bro likе Sully and Dushane
I'm the one to turn up the deadline
250 Benz hug the road like it's bedtime
They know I run track like the Met line
Fatz in my ear bro like "Anyone can get bine"
When they ask if I'm good, I just say I'm great
Got a baddie waiting on a date
You know Styles pull up fashionably late
She know I'm dope like them tracks we create
Dope boy shit, they try put me on the digis
White girl from country, I took her to the city
They ain't seen a trap like this since Nina and Midgey
We ain't stepping out without ninas and glizzies
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