Trap Do 9lokkNine (Ft. Rich The Kid)
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[Intro: 9lokkNine]
Walkin' 'round on my in my Duffy
Pull up on a nigga on a motherfucking Huffy
Ha, ayy, keep that
Bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow
[Chorus: 9lokkNine]
We could talk numbers, what yo' trap do?
Ps go for six, zips go for two
Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you
30 hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too
Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em
He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas
He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em
Small force show a shooter how to play center
I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner
Smoke getting to his lungs, don't want no cancer with him
And I'm condemning all that ho shit 'cause I'm a nigga
Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble
[Verse 1: 9lokkNine]
Finna buff, I got bottle, we gon' bust somethin'
That ain't fifty out that Glizzy that's a whole hunnid
My lil' round, poppin' rounds, he do no clutchin'
He got bodies in his belt, strikes to show for it
We gon' keep this shit straight like I'm goin' forward
My niggas don't do snitchin' or no awards
Pistol grippin', he a felon, showin' no remorse
I had to shoot that bitch with anger and brute force
A nigga said Lil' Nine snitchin', whose the source?
Trey, Trey, Scottie Pippen when I do tour
I matured, I remember I was immature
Rich nigga, I remember I was fuckin' poor
Walkin' 'round on my in my Duffy
Pull up on a nigga on a motherfucking Huffy
Ha, ayy, keep that
Bow-bow-bow, bow-bow-bow
[Chorus: 9lokkNine]
We could talk numbers, what yo' trap do?
Ps go for six, zips go for two
Uh, we could be some sinners and just trap you
30 hang, Luol Deng on that MAC too
Ooh, I was tryna keep it cordial with 'em
He from the other side, he flaggin' to them other niggas
He chargin' three for a P, tryna bubble with 'em
Small force show a shooter how to play center
I guess he thought he was gon' eat something, fold up his dinner
Smoke getting to his lungs, don't want no cancer with him
And I'm condemning all that ho shit 'cause I'm a nigga
Our people finna ride a wave, bouncin' off the dribble
[Verse 1: 9lokkNine]
Finna buff, I got bottle, we gon' bust somethin'
That ain't fifty out that Glizzy that's a whole hunnid
My lil' round, poppin' rounds, he do no clutchin'
He got bodies in his belt, strikes to show for it
We gon' keep this shit straight like I'm goin' forward
My niggas don't do snitchin' or no awards
Pistol grippin', he a felon, showin' no remorse
I had to shoot that bitch with anger and brute force
A nigga said Lil' Nine snitchin', whose the source?
Trey, Trey, Scottie Pippen when I do tour
I matured, I remember I was immature
Rich nigga, I remember I was fuckin' poor
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