ALK9 ft. TOOLIE Lyrics

Ayy, Nils, you got it

(Yeah)

On another planet, been countin' all this pape

They done slept on us, so we pop it in they face

Blessed the streets, you want the bags or you want a tape

Buildin' this empire all the way up, nobody safe

I had my back against the wall, had to find a new way

You's a pawn, if it's the same game that we play

Surrounded by them folks who killin' and who take

That 392 gon' dip out fast like I got skates

If it ain't about that fuckin' guala , get out my face

Hit a stu in L.A., I'm smokin' guava, I'm outta space

Had to take the wockhardt off the schedule, I don't remember dates

I'm a dog, a different breed, no, we don't share a trait

She always on her knees, if she ain't, she cookin' plates

Got bad exotic chamos, they know that I got taste

You play with any one of my kin, I let it rain

Wet the funeral home, On God, I don't feel no shame

Pop all these drugs, I'm out my mind, stress to my brain

We up all night, don't get no sleep, I don't feel a thing

That bitch ain't have no purpose, so I made her bring me bank

That purp for 36, don't want less for the drank

Chop shop, (shh) cars and then we paint

Eight ounces of water, sip it out the paint

I don't wanna it smoke unless it's dank

Her pussy dry, use a little spit and then it crank

I'm energized, perky, get me rollin', I can't think

I can't describe how I wanna slime out all the banks

Buying all the drip out the trump, got me boostin

Pick out all the bitches they don't trip, they be choosin

Glock on my hip, seen a ghost, I ain't losin

Fuck it, I'm gonna be grimy every day, that's just how it is

Fuck it, gotta be slimy, out in the field, go dollar a pill

And They gotta be on timin', I ain't shootin' civilians, accurate kills

Bitch, I'm geeked up, I got more levels than a boat

I'm always heated up, winter time, I don't need no coat

You tryna be with us, claim you a dog, you ain't take no oath

You gotta level up, you might as well just focus on your growth

Uncle mar, had a trap spot down on Cleveland

After school, nigga, I used to take that walk every evening

I go one up on you, that's how It go, I call it even

I ain't fuck with the vibe, shit, fuck it, then I'm leavin

Roxy 30 kickin' my ass, now I'm leanin

Shit

Ran off a couple plays here and there, damn

K9 imma dog, you can't fuck with my camp