[Verse 1: Mr. Spazzer]
Homie got caught on the news nothin’ new for the streets who done secretly been in his shoes
Gang members thinkin’ they tied up like glue but the truth is them hoes finna sell you like shrooms
Ain’t callin’ no one my brother they might just go stab me in the back when I ain't got a clue
There ain't no love in the jungle them woods be so tangled I don’t fuckin’ know what to do
Gotta walk out with security don’t got the balls to be walkin’ on my own at night
I learned my lesson from takeoff that ovеr a dice game I cannot get into no fight
Offеred a show out to Rolling Loud they gave me money hotel even bookin’ my flight
0s all over my bank account haters was plenty back then but now none of them right
I done made a million dollars spent in on a hunnid shoes
I done left the crib at 9 and fucked the bitch from 10 to 2
I done seen her suck it first and then it was inside her boobs
I done seen her pussies wet I got real hard and put it through
Ate her out she my lil dime, take her out she look so fine
In my sleep she on my mind, marry her ain't even gone lie
Fell in love with her so quick that I don’t even know if this processed my heart or my mind
Hopin the feelin’ is mutual can’t overthink it but more so I don’t got much time
All my pockets LV
For all my cars like 10 keys
All my jewelry AP
No drill shit I’m no Chief Keef
Rappin on a Drake beat
No vegan gimme steak and meat
Yo girl do love me called her phone and then I sent the addy
[Chorus]
I beat you on the 9 hole
Popped you gave you 9 holes
.40 out the socket pulled the trigger you gon die foe
Ten? Nah you a 9 hoe
Roll the blunt on 9th floor
Link up with the gang they call us shooters cuz we blast foes
[Verse 2: Mr. Spazzer]
Roll through the alley Porsche tinted in black, one in the front seat the rest in the back
Quick on the drug deals I keep it a stack, hoodie on low always wearin’ a cap
Only want one bitch that's why I don't club, other went for the kiss and I gave her a hug
Free YSL, Gunna and young thug, don't need no followers why I don't plug
Always retrievin’ my checks from the mail, hundreds of thousands now millions as well
Bro didn’t snitch so I paid out his bail, connection so strong loyalty gon prevail
Was a fan in the stadiums a part of the crowd, now it's them droppin’ bands it's my turn to get loud
Used to walk out in public no necklace around, now my cubans so icy they making me drown
Make so much money I pay my producer, not signed to no label for sure not a loser
Feelin at peace often throw up the deuce up, say hi to the teacher who ain’t think I’d blew up
Wanted a Lambo so rented the blue one, then wanted a jet to go I fly out to Uconn
Shoutout to Kemba his name is a staple, he puts up the layup from 4 different angles
Everyone callin’ me-a big overthinker, my head just can’t wrap I’ts a blend in a mixer
I’m not called Meek but I rap for the sixers, don’t got a sponsor but flex all my sneakers
Cannot go broke man my savings is wild, I’ve grown to a man boy don’t call me a child
I’m my own accountant I’ve got all my files, advice I don’t need I’m on the extra mile
My name’s written in the stars, my watch it’s written Audemars
I’m psycho man I come from far, I’m out here ridin’ foreign cars
Fame and money what I bleed, outwork you put yo ass to sleep
Don’t tell me what language to sing, my verse is over I'm now a king
[Verse 3: Teflon Blick]
Foh foh its okay, cuz you know we staying paid
Goddamn we don’t roll up we don’t light, we just blaze
You can tell, you can tell that we from a different place
Like I was Milan then in Rome in a day
Me and her friend on a weekend
Pop one just so I could feel this feeling
Turn on the lights baby just so I can see it
She fucking screaming as I dive into the deep end
Oh foh oh foh you never seen this shit before
How the closet so full you would think that it’s a store
For shawty it’s not enough shawty always wanting more
But shawty not enough so imma kick her out the door
[Chorus: Mr. Spazzer]
I beat you on the 9 hole
Popped you gave you 9 holes
.40 out the socket pulled the trigger you gon die foe
Ten? Nah you a 9 hoe
Roll the blunt on 9th floor
Link up with the gang they call us shooters cuz we blast foes
