[Chorus]
Label told me not to drop a tape, fuck 'em
P.O. told me not to leave the state, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em

[Verse 1]
Young n***a, you got a nine, you're doing fine
Your dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin'
I respect your grind
252, I respect the 9
And I know 9 n***as jellin', 3 of them tellin'
I got 9 n***as with me, 8 of them are felons
9 fresh off the slab
Tell 'em fuck it, gon' front you the whole half
Pussy cat n***as, they got 9 lives
So I'ma try to kill 'em 9 times
Shout out to n***as on the block and the bitches in beauty shops
With rollers in their head, their n***as off in the fed
Collectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' letters
And makin' every visit, y'all the realest bitches ever, 100, 100

[Interlude]
See n***as don't get it, my n***a, like, n***as talkin' 'bout they want a bad bitch, say a street n***a need a real bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? Ho you gon' go through somethin', n***a took you on 9 trips to 9 countries, ran through 9 hundred thou. And a n***a locked up for 9 days and a bitch gone. Damn

[Verse 2]
These bitches temporary, my hustle necessary
One thing about me and a ho, I ain't never worried
99 problems, 1 issue them folks'll lynch you
You on the court and you ball and them feds'll come and bench you forreal
Indite you, 25 life you, forreal
My homie told me not to cross the plug, but fuck him
We're down bad, I told him what it was, so fuck it
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
My album drop, it may not sell a record, but fuck it
Kill a n***a, make them hoes respect it, fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it