Radio Nine Lyrics

Hellcat burning tires

Calling up the angels, yeah we got mob ties, chillin' with radio nine

Demon talking down 'til we pull up with that nine, demon talking he gon' die

Scrolling on reels you wasting your time, devil I don't pay no mind

Tell me what's on your…. mind, hop on the mic when I'm tired

And that boy trippin Michael Todd and that Bible I tote like a rod

Off the Holy water he might nod, in the hills I'm praising my God

Finna' go ghost just like C.O.D, In the Trackhawk with the squad

Demon run up make him dance, we'll leave his brains in the club

Sword on me take off his head, if he ain't one of us

And my brudda can't go out for nun, I was down bad smoking runtz

I was down bad used to punch, in the Trackhawk red guts

Demon get cast out, he a chump I'm toting that KJV like a gun

If a lil jezzy pull up ima run, know we popping demons like a Zyn

Pray to my God repent for my sins, I'm clutching on steel just like in a gym

I put the laser on him like I'm Dim, I know that my God I know that He Him

I was preaching that word in Decatur, he wanna fade so I gave him a taper

Up in that Trackhawk see you later, I got a sword on me ready to die

And he talking that ish but it's lies, I'm up in prayer yeah I'm mob tied

Up on the beat twitching just like Kai, yeah

Hellcat burning tires

Calling up the angels, yeah we got mob ties, chillin' with radio nine

Demon talking down 'til we pull up with that nine, demon talking he gon' die

Scrolling on reels you wasting your time, devil I don't pay no mind

Tell me what's on your…. mind, hop on the mic when I'm tired

And that boy trippin Michael Todd and that Bible I tote like a rod

Off the Holy water he might nod, in the hills I'm praising my God

Finna' go ghost just like C.O.D, In the Trackhawk with the squad

Demon run up make him dance, we'll leave his brains in the club

Sword on me take off his head, if he ain't one of us

And my brudda can't go out for nun, I was down bad smoking runtz

I was down bad used to punch, in the Hellcat burning tires

Calling up the angels, yeah we got mob ties, chillin' with radio nine

Demon talking down 'til we pull up with that nine, demon talking he gon' die

Scrolling on reels you wasting your time, devil I don't pay no mind

Tell me what's on your…. mind, hop on the mic when I'm tired

And that boy trippin Michael Todd and that Bible I tote like a rod

Off the Holy water he might nod, in the hills I'm praising my God

Finna' go ghost just like C.O.D, In the Trackhawk with the squad