[Intro: Ljay Gzz, Lefty 9 & KK Spinnin]
Ayo, Lefty 9, talk your shit, my heart
It's Lefty number nine, they know what we get into
R.I.P. AJ, killin' for Nuski, they know what's goin' on
TTG babies for life
Yes, sir, you heard?
You heard the 9, gangster
Look, like, it's KK, like, look
Look, like, look
[Verse 1: KK Spinnin]
Bitch, we them demons that spin on a bike
I see an opp and I'm not gonna fight (Uh-huh)
He threw up the 6, throw shots, take his life (Where you goin'?)
Tank, he a bitch and he went to the light (Yes)
Talk on my dead, then I back out the pipe
Back door open, I gotta move right (Close that)
He in the spot, so I'm sendin' a kite (Uh-huh)
R.I.P. Nunu, for you, it's on sight (Yes)
He threw up the Jet, so I cancelled his flight (No fly zone)
I'm with the 9s who creep through the night (Uh-huh)
We caught us an opp and that boy turned white (Uh-huh)
Hop out the V, throw a shot like Mike
Beam on his back, this shit too bright
You said that I ran, I was never the type (Uh-huh)
Walk in the stores, no cash, just swipe
His mama cryin', like, give her a wipe
Push up on me, I'ma start gettin' hype (Uh-huh)
I up knock when I start gettin' tight
Ayo, Lefty 9, talk your shit, my heart
It's Lefty number nine, they know what we get into
R.I.P. AJ, killin' for Nuski, they know what's goin' on
TTG babies for life
Yes, sir, you heard?
You heard the 9, gangster
Look, like, it's KK, like, look
Look, like, look
[Verse 1: KK Spinnin]
Bitch, we them demons that spin on a bike
I see an opp and I'm not gonna fight (Uh-huh)
He threw up the 6, throw shots, take his life (Where you goin'?)
Tank, he a bitch and he went to the light (Yes)
Talk on my dead, then I back out the pipe
Back door open, I gotta move right (Close that)
He in the spot, so I'm sendin' a kite (Uh-huh)
R.I.P. Nunu, for you, it's on sight (Yes)
He threw up the Jet, so I cancelled his flight (No fly zone)
I'm with the 9s who creep through the night (Uh-huh)
We caught us an opp and that boy turned white (Uh-huh)
Hop out the V, throw a shot like Mike
Beam on his back, this shit too bright
You said that I ran, I was never the type (Uh-huh)
Walk in the stores, no cash, just swipe
His mama cryin', like, give her a wipe
Push up on me, I'ma start gettin' hype (Uh-huh)
I up knock when I start gettin' tight
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