[Verse 1: Nines]
They ain't fucking with Nines, that's a myth
Let me light up my spliff
Wanted to be like Scarface minus the sniff
Used to shot draws
Look now, I moved into the top floor
Fuck boxers and socks, I've got a watch drawer
I got my white and my dirty off the boat
You did nothing in your twenties, now you're thirty and you're broke
Don't feature on my track if you're capping on it
Where I'm from, niggas will say they like your whip then put a tracker on it
That's why I got this extra clip with the extension
You got my side chick cah I ain't give her no attention
Them opps wished they could roll with our crew
Pull my gun out, have 'em running like I'm holding R2
Stay safe my brudda, it's weird times
Niggas in year nine losing their hairline
He aired his strip out but they saw his face
He ain't believe in God until he caught a case
Just another day, another hater
Argue with my chick then we fuck an hour later
I'm in the studio, it's here on my lap
Them niggas got thirty man sharing a strap
I caught another case, can I ever get a break?
By the way he treats his family, I could tell he was a snake
That little nigga thinks he's on dirt
Until I sent him to a Pop Smoke concert
All these crops I invest in
It hurt when I found out these rappers wasn't real like wrestling
Too much capping in their raps
I should bring them backstage, slap them with my strap
I used to whip yay, listening to slow jams
Me and Keys and cat ladies, I coulda built a snowman
I got the stick in my jeans
Opps don't wanna be in front of this magazine
It's Nines
They ain't fucking with Nines, that's a myth
Let me light up my spliff
Wanted to be like Scarface minus the sniff
Used to shot draws
Look now, I moved into the top floor
Fuck boxers and socks, I've got a watch drawer
I got my white and my dirty off the boat
You did nothing in your twenties, now you're thirty and you're broke
Don't feature on my track if you're capping on it
Where I'm from, niggas will say they like your whip then put a tracker on it
That's why I got this extra clip with the extension
You got my side chick cah I ain't give her no attention
Them opps wished they could roll with our crew
Pull my gun out, have 'em running like I'm holding R2
Stay safe my brudda, it's weird times
Niggas in year nine losing their hairline
He aired his strip out but they saw his face
He ain't believe in God until he caught a case
Just another day, another hater
Argue with my chick then we fuck an hour later
I'm in the studio, it's here on my lap
Them niggas got thirty man sharing a strap
I caught another case, can I ever get a break?
By the way he treats his family, I could tell he was a snake
That little nigga thinks he's on dirt
Until I sent him to a Pop Smoke concert
All these crops I invest in
It hurt when I found out these rappers wasn't real like wrestling
Too much capping in their raps
I should bring them backstage, slap them with my strap
I used to whip yay, listening to slow jams
Me and Keys and cat ladies, I coulda built a snowman
I got the stick in my jeans
Opps don't wanna be in front of this magazine
It's Nines
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