[Intro]
Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?
Nine9 made it

[Verse]
Kickin' shit
Spin some whips
Brand new cash bitch, foreign ho's, yea
Let the doors up
Aventador truck
I got hella ho's, yea
YSL clothes, yea
Bank never closed
Pulled up in a new truck
I was juggin' bowls
Prolly' ran off on yo' plug, yeah, Lord knows
Helmut Lang pants don't got no pockets
Yeah, bitch I got that rocket
Broke boys, huh, stop it, yuh
I don't lay up, I get paid
Know slime gon' save the day
I got Celine on my shades
You know me, I'm duckin' fades
'Cause I let the choppa heat up
Push up, you get eat up
Push up, you get eat up
Celine hoodie, I ain't pay for shit
Holler at us, hol' up, who you playing with?
I still kick shit with lil' P
Brand new ho's that wanna meet
Tell 'em bring 'em back to me
Hope my slime don't cross me
Bitch, I'm front row, tossin', I'm tossin' nonsense
And it- it got me real nauseous, yea I'm conscious
I keep tellin' them, "what time it is?", they like, "who signing this?"
I got bands for the finer shit, yea the finer shit
Finer shit, yea the finer shit
Finer shit, yea the finer shit
Finer shit, yea the finer shit
Finer shit, yea the finer shit
Finer shit, yea the finer shit
Finer shit, yea the finer shit
Finer shit, yea the finer shit
Finer shit, yea the finer shit