9TH ft. Fellaair Lyrics

Bless you, Fellaair

Little bit of this, yeah

1/2/3 down at 34

Imma hit 9th with a half for

Me and one fiend plus eight more

Ain't nobody pay shit cuz everybody paid for

Scuff on the wood floor

Got it poppin but their baby out the front door

In the Ford, two door, room for one more

Holler at your boy in the coupe, take a detour

God damn

I don't wanna feel like this

Grab that Ciroc and imma clutch it with a tight fist

Boy, mhmm

I'm right lit

Hard to tell, I'm slick in a nice fit

All drip, no wrist, no kidding

You might get women, but you ain't gettin no kitten

All up in the kitchen, boys whippin

Me glisten, baked chicken and the glaze lemon

On the rocks, too cold, got ya bae sippin

Sensitive on the bite, so we ain't lippin

You a stationary motherfucker, boy you ain't living

I been tryna say that I'm on, but you ain't listen

Fuck, face itching, kicks missing

I swear ain't a bit of grace given

I could be thankful and never be a bit smitten

Boy, you faker than a Sim if you ain't simping

1/2/3 down at 34

Imma hit 9th with a half for

Me and one fiend plus eight more

Ain't nobody pay shit cuz everybody paid for

Scuff on the wood floor

Got it poppin but their baby out the front door

In the Ford, two door, room for one more

Holler at your boy in the coupe, take a detour

In the whip I took a detour down the boulevard

Yeah, I know they wanna see more

I might have em on a lake out at Seaford

Have em on a boat with the blow no C4

Damn we up in this shit

Never thought I'd roll deep

We Adele up in the crib

My baby went and got a bit of Modelo on the bib

They all friends with my dog, yeah

Cruella for a bit

Screaming "hello" all night

I done seen new faces and they all alright

Pass kush for the vibe and we all gon fly

Yeah, we all on flight

Yeah, we all too high

Time been passing you by

Cuz ya looking at your phone waiting for the reply

From who? That dime with the age 25 and the damn good face

Naw, they over at mines

Big boy, Daddy Big Rhyme

The addy don't change

They sipping that wine

Squeezing that lime and also my thigh

It's a hoedown and you ain't invited

How'd we get here

It's the fine dining

Heisenberg smooth

My plug be that pilot

They saw this smile and they started whiling

Tryna get diamonds

Imma get stylish

1/2/3 down at 34

Imma hit 9th with a half for

Me and one fiend plus eight more

Ain't nobody pay shit cuz everybody paid for

Scuff on the wood floor

Got it poppin but their baby out the front door

In the Ford, two door, room for one more

Holler at your boy in the coupe, take a detour

God damn

Holler at your boy in the coupe, take a detour

Just a little bit down the, down the road

Little bit of this, ahh

Ahh ahh

Ahh ahh

Hahahahaha