9PM in Cincinnati Lyrics

It's Big Trill

I got my ice on this bitch

Ha

Press a button on the whip, the doors open up

500 for an ounce, this some potent stuff

Two-tone Rollie and I got the Skelly bus

I can't name a young crew that can fuck with us

I'm cashin' out at the door when I fuck with Hutch

I know some killers in the field, they go on my hut

And if I send you on that drill, you gotta keep it hut

40,000 on some bowls, get it by the bunches

Big Trill, I'm the captain and we really crunchin'

Choppa hit his stomach like some fuckin' crunches

If you pass me the ball, all I know is dunk it

We gon' blow the horn at you like a fuckin' trumpet

See this ice on my neck, I don't never tuck it

Swap my chain for your life if you with it, fuck it

Niggas broke so I can't even blame them

Difference is we tryna get rich, not famous

Big Chop, Big T, Carti Boys when we in public

Exotic Sprite, exotic pop, your bitch love it

Dipset shit, grab your boy while he in public

San Antonio with the plug, I dunk the pounds like Tim Duncan

Buddy talkin' choppa, we gon' send his ass a message

I'm with them shooters but they full court pressin'

Buddy broke his hell, I can tell cause he stressin'

Riding hrough the city with a pint and a weapon

Daytona smashin' out, I can never come second

I put a Cardi on my wrist, yeah these diamonds here wherever

TF, we the nation, so we ride with Army weapons

I put a 10 on your mans, have them youngins come and get it

I get the bells through the postal, then I split it with my niggas

Back to the trap route, seven licks waitin'

Got these phones beatin', licks impatient

400 got the 10 mills I slid with the Drakey