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(Ay, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?)
Ay, Nine9 made it
Nine9 really kickin' shit, I swear to God
Swear to God, Nine9
Nine9

R.I.P. Fredo Santana, clip long like a banana
My ho love Dolce & Gabbana, slide me my bandana (yeah)
Why is you so toxic? Dirty Diana
My cousin bang red and he stay in Alabama
Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (uh)
Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (yeah)
Grab my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa
I'm on your TV and you can't change the channel (uh)

Huh, shootin' just like Rambo (uh)
I can't run out of ammo (no, no)
I got funds, I got bankroll
And that bitch on me get drunk if I say so

You look better in the picture, grab your Kodak
I'll always got you on my mind and you know that
And my ho, she so bad, she so red
Po-poppin' with my slime, he say, "Slatt" (yeah)

You can't play me like no goofy, this ain't them (yeah)
Diamonds talkin', yeah, they chattin' (chattin', chattin')
Pockets armadillo, yeah, they fat (fat, fat)
Always had my headphones on in class
22 on Apple Music, I just last

R.I.P. Fredo Santana, clip long like a banana
My ho love Dolce & Gabbana, slide me my bandana (yeah)
Why is you so toxic? Dirty Diana
My cousin bang red and he stay in Alabama
Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (uh)
Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (yeah)
Grab my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (yeah)
I'm on your TV and you can't change the channel (uh)

Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up
Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (yeah)
Grab my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (uh)
I'm on your TV and you can't change the channel
I-, I'm on your TV and you can't change the channel (yeah)