9x9. Lyrics

Run up at soho

Run up in fifth

Need me some raf I need me some kith

Need me bape

Ethika on my dick

Niggas gon hate and not do a thing with it

I play with her pussy

She my lil fidget

All these blue faces u swear that I'm crippin

Bid with the bro's done got hit with extensions

My wardrobe expensive

This za come expensive

Beef can be old I still aim at his dentures

He could be home I still aim at the tenants

Ice came from dentyne approved by the dentist

If They biting flows on my life I ain't lend this

They asking questions I'll just take the sentence

She wanna suck on my skin til it glisten

Don't wanna see us go up just in prison

Bro hit my phone talking codes it's a mission

Niggas try move on the guys then they trippin

Her pussy so deep when I finish my hip in

Pour up the dusse I drink like it's Lipton

Count breesh in telly My name London Tipton

Can't bump that Nigga I know he a bitch

And no we cannot chill cuss I know you be snitchin

Can't fuck with perks cuss they give me an inch

And being a feen is too bad for the business

Sent my man a kite

Free the real

Characters on camera

Key and Peele

Dirty up the Fanta three to kill

I just -

If they cleptos gangsta still won't keep the steel

Fear of God on my tee For real

Yeezy designed the sneaks for real

Treeshy I would never keep for real

Just hit a stain on a P for real

Sippin the Dussè like tea

Foreign gon tear up the street

It gets cold told my bro keep the heat for real

Stay safe move tack on your feet

I hit my bro call him petro he always keep gas

Nigga got stuck in a Jam and told then took easy pass

Nigga talk crazy one shot leave his ass

I know some trappers that never seen racks

If I run down bet you won't see it back

Jerry Lorenzo I need it in black

Crazy these niggas think they gotta cap

Crazy these niggas think they gotta cap

Crazy that nigga thought he had to rat

Crazy that bitch think I need her back

I don't even care if her cheeks was fat

Bro got it on him he not tryna scrap

See him in person you hear his shoes tappin

The boys asking questions I don't know what happened

I got jokes up like my name Charlie Chaplin

That's gas

Mission impossible stick to the action I hit up Balenxi to come get his fraction

Keep a hit stick like it's madden I done got way better than I imagined

I did this shit with a passion

Niggas try move on the guys then they trippin

Her pussy so deep when I finish my hip in

Pour up the dusse I drink like it's Lipton

Count breesh in telly My name London Tipton

Can't bump that Nigga I know he a bitch

And no we cannot chill cuss I know you be snitchin

Can't fuck with perks cuss they give me an inch

And being a feen is too bad for the business

Sent my man a kite

Free the real

Characters on camera

Key and Peele

Dirty up the Fanta three to kill

I just -

If they cleptos gangsta still won't keep the steel

Fear of God on my tee For real

Yeezy designed the sneaks for real

Treeshy I would never keep for real

Just hit a stain on a P for real