9L 2 Lyrics

Big dog shit

Whole lotta racks in my pocket i'm running this shit

How you trap without the fye i'm taking yo shit

How you trap without the nine you bound to get licked

Why you capping in your raps you know you not like that

I erase him with the pencil no I don't write that

Dick up in her mouth she know what she finna do

The glock get to crunching like fruity loops

Negative thoughts it run in my temple

How you don't know how to trap but it's simple

I fuck a bitch good then she suck on the pickle

The choppa it cut a nigga down like sickles

1540 shit it's 9L

Why these niggas wanna go on drills

Why these niggas wanna take a pill

Why these niggas steady acting fake

I'm quick as hell to go grab a Shank

What the Fucks up nigga what's ya rank

So I shot him in the liver call me tank

I'm feeling funny feel like Desi Banks

Took like 9 shots of patron

Walk in studios it's my home

And we set the play up like mahomes

The I gotta get him gone

Gotta get him fucking gone

Drunk as fuck can not see shit

High as fuck with like three blicks

She love the sword like she beatrix(kill bill)

All she wanna do is fuck and trick

Ion need no fucking gang to take yo bitch ass down

All these ratchet ass hoes took them straight to pound town

Creeping in yo fucking house step step with no sound

Pretty bitch lightskin man I never hit her phone

Why the fuck she always mad cause i'm always in my zone

Fuck block then delete damn why my heart cold

Don't give a fuck about no treesh why i'm always talking bold

Shut up bitch not today

Everyday payday

Imma always get my way

If you diss my name add a K

Add a fucking K nigga