Yeah (yeah)
If it ain't (N)ine then I won't wear it that's my favorite number
I fucked that lil' bitch on the bed, she don't even got my number
Said he a shooter pull up on him turn him to a runner
I like that choppa let it spray man that bitch sound like thunder, ha
Uh, what the fuck these lil' boys on
Bitch I'm rocking Chrome Hearts throwaway Comme Des Garçons
If you don't got no bread, hell no, we can't make no song
If that bitch give no head, kick her out I know it's wrong
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, ha)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, ha)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, ha)
AR in my bag I look like I'ma go shoot up a school
? I swear that bitch started to drool
This lil' hoe too boring, had kick that lil' bitch out my room
Pull up in that Trackhawk driving fast I swear that bitch go vroom
If it ain't nine then I won't wear it that's my favorite number
I fucked that lil' bitch on the bed, she don't even got my number
Said he a shooter pull up on him turn him to a runner
I like that choppa let it spray man that bitch sound like thunder