9 ft. JROD Lyrics

Pap his ass Juan, Pap his ass Juan, Pap his ass Juan, Pap his ass Juan, Pap his ass Juan, Pap his ass Juan, Pap his ass Juan

Fuck a pill, I pop a opp, knock that nigga, Out his socks

If it's smoke, come meet me bout it told em, Send a fuckin' drop

Bitch it's war bout, MHK, you play with us, You gon' get cropped

Boy stop thinkin' bout that hoe I swear that bitch more than a thot

Yeah, bitch, I ride with 30 9's out I heard he was chillin' with his bitch

That lil' hoe slimed out, That bitch been in groupie

Hope that lil' boy don't find out, Cause if he do, he gon' pull out lil' nine

And blow his minds out, Take a right on Crawford, man, we call that

shit the crime south, Talkin' on my brothers, better watch yo

fuckin' mouth, And yo' boys can't get it to, Ray should've

knocked that nigga out, Ain't nobody worried bout You, we dangerous

Fuck what you talkin' bout, Ha, yeah, cam pop out that cut

With that dirty Smith & Wesson swear, This bitch gon' feel your guts

Better watch yo' fuckin' friend, Cause them lil' boys gon' set you up

JROD slide in that Suburban, leave that pussy boy in dust

If yo' mom come out of that house, we still gon' hit, don't give a fuck

Call the cops, we still gon' stay and whack shit, beatin' up yo' son

If it's beef, we still gon' slide, and we ain't finished till it's done

Pop shit, drop shit, we S.O.B., ain't scared of none

Fuck a pill, I pop a opp, knock that nigga out his socks

If it's smoke, come meet me by then, told him send a fuckin' drop

Bitch, it's War, bout MHK, you play with us, you gon' get cropped

Boy stop thinkin' bout that hoe I swear that bitch more than a thot

Bitch, I ride with thirty nines out

I heard he was chillin' with his bitch, that lil' hoe slimed out

That bitch been in groupie, hope that lil' boy don't find out

Cause if he do, he gon' pull out lil' nine and blow his minds out

Take a ride on Crawford, man, we call that shit the crime south

Talkin' on my brothers, better watch yo' fuckin' mouth

And yo' boys can't get it to, Ray should've knocked that nigga out

Ain't nobody worried bout Chewie, dangerous, fuck what you talkin' bout

Yeah, can't fuck bout that cut, with that dirty Smith and Wesson

Swear this bitch gon' feel your guts, better watch yo' fuckin' front

Cause them lil' boys gon' set you up, JROD slide in that Suburban

Leave that pussy boy in dust, if yo' mom come out of the house

We still gon' hit, don't give a fuck, call the cops, we still gon' stay

And whack shit, beatin' up yo' son, if it's beef, we still gon' slide

And we ain't finished till it's done, pop shit, drop shit

We S.O.B, ain't scared of none