9 Innings Lyrics

Filling my cup

Smoking my blunt

Fucking my bitch (Boy)

Doing my job

Then I get high

Tryna get rich (Boy)

You can do you

Imma do me

Rest in piss (Boy)

Can't let you live (Boy)

Without talking my shit (Boy)

This is my cup

This is my blunt

But this is your girl (Sad)

She rock with me now

She mean the world (The whole thing)

I love the way she smells

I love her curls

The way she say my name (Britten)

It make you hurl

Who said that I can't do it

365 imma prove it

Wrong that boy is a nuisance

Old man still making music

They watching Imma lose it

Can't use it till you cool it

They doubted cuz they foolish

I need these bumps and bruises

Wanna talk about loss

Wanna talk about pain

Wanna pop lip gloss throwing dirt on my name

Gonna need a crucifix and a couple more wishes

When the devil come alive and up out of his cage

Fried eggs I've been cooking my brain

Strange ways I've been spending these days

Don't play with the man down bad

When the new moon come making minimum wage

Filling my cup

Smoking my blunt

Fucking my bitch

Doing my job

Then I get high

Tryna get rich

You can do you

Imma do me

Rest in piss

Can't let you live

Without talking my shit

Run it

Running tell baby I'm coming

Over the hill and we tumbling

Carry the tablet no fumbling

Don't like my words then redubb it

Play with the needle we scrubbing

Stirring the pot till we bubbling

Still play the game cuz we love it

Run me the jewels when I up it

Filling my cup

Smoking my blunt

Fucking my bitch (Boy)

Doing my job

Then I get high

Tryna get rich (Boy)

You can do you

Imma do me

Rest in piss (Boy)

Can't let you live (Boy)

Without talking my shit (Boy)

This is my cup

This is my blunt

But this is your girl (Sad)

She rock with me now

She mean the world (The whole thing)

I love the way she smells

I love her curls

The way she say my name (Britten)

It make you hurl