[Chorus]
Yeah, Number nine jeans hold my shit
Fur coat fendi fab-a-ric
Pick the percs up baby then I dip
We got percs, lean, add it your picks
I got drank lil baby, take a sip
We gon hit that nigga up cause we can't chill
Furry ape moncler in the rain
We got free smoke, baby what's the deal
And these racks they stand so tall
You got guns lil nigga, show us
I can tell you ain't got no aim bro
You want sum' smoke, just send your location
[Verse]
Smokin' gas pack, I walk up in Neiman
[?]
That nigga cannot kick it
Can't fuck with y'all for a minute, these lil bitches are finished
They ask me can I kick it, they tryna get these lips
I'm here running to the riches
He not talking bout business, he wanna talk bout bitches, but I'm not really with it
For them fuckin' bucks
[?]
I know nigga ain't got none, but we send bitches to go kill you
We gon come banana peel you
If he talkin' them figures
Number nine my denim
These them pretty pictures
We gon' give that boy a haircut, that nigga so fried
G two three, tell you bye bye
She suck my dick, I'm so fly
Red bottoms when I hit the boulevard
V12, vroom vroom, in the car
Let's jump, let's go very far
This bitch say her [?] keep a couple arms
One minute with your mom
Throw back, gotta get it when were it started
Yeah, laughing to the bank, hahaha
[Chorus]
Number nine jeans hold my shit
Fur coat fendi fab-a-ric
Pick the percs up baby then I dip
We got percs, lean, add it to your picks
I got drank lil baby, take a sip
We gon hit that nigga up cause we can't chill
Furry ape moncler in the rain
We got free smoke baby what's the deal
And these racks they stand so tall
You got guns lil nigga show us
I can tell you ain't got no aim bro
You want sum' smoke, just send your location
Yeah, Number nine jeans hold my shit
Fur coat fendi fab-a-ric
Pick the percs up baby then I dip
We got percs, lean, add it your picks
I got drank lil baby, take a sip
We gon hit that nigga up cause we can't chill
Furry ape moncler in the rain
We got free smoke, baby what's the deal
And these racks they stand so tall
You got guns lil nigga, show us
I can tell you ain't got no aim bro
You want sum' smoke, just send your location
[Verse]
Smokin' gas pack, I walk up in Neiman
[?]
That nigga cannot kick it
Can't fuck with y'all for a minute, these lil bitches are finished
They ask me can I kick it, they tryna get these lips
I'm here running to the riches
He not talking bout business, he wanna talk bout bitches, but I'm not really with it
For them fuckin' bucks
[?]
I know nigga ain't got none, but we send bitches to go kill you
We gon come banana peel you
If he talkin' them figures
Number nine my denim
These them pretty pictures
We gon' give that boy a haircut, that nigga so fried
G two three, tell you bye bye
She suck my dick, I'm so fly
Red bottoms when I hit the boulevard
V12, vroom vroom, in the car
Let's jump, let's go very far
This bitch say her [?] keep a couple arms
One minute with your mom
Throw back, gotta get it when were it started
Yeah, laughing to the bank, hahaha
[Chorus]
Number nine jeans hold my shit
Fur coat fendi fab-a-ric
Pick the percs up baby then I dip
We got percs, lean, add it to your picks
I got drank lil baby, take a sip
We gon hit that nigga up cause we can't chill
Furry ape moncler in the rain
We got free smoke baby what's the deal
And these racks they stand so tall
You got guns lil nigga show us
I can tell you ain't got no aim bro
You want sum' smoke, just send your location
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