Gotta go get it go jump out de couch grip on the nine
And run me a route
Fla bangin' out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet sit back
Baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile
Swervin', bendin' corners with no purpose to my life
I got no permit, but I'm workin' on my new mixtape tonight
Now that my chain hang low
Now that my neck so froze
Baby, I can be your savage
You can be my rose yuh most
Of the underground rappers you fuck with today
Gotta pay they respect to me lately, been feelin' like I was vital
Aspect a reason that these rappers breathin'
Leave 'em the cement leakin' at my leisure
Baby bone
I ain't never been a hoe
Pussy boy, you ain't got nine lives
5'5 got a nine gotta let em hoes fly
