[Intro: Yung9ine Dro]
Huh
Go
(Ooh, 9ine Block Records)
Bitch, look

[Verse 1: Yung9ine Dro]
I just want the money, fuck the fame and the recognition
Baby, if I fuck, the whole gang gotta hit it
Couple shots from the Drac', look like a bear done bit him
I been tryna keep my cool, but I can't stand these n***as
I know I'm humble, but I turn into a demon when you rile me up
My name got brought up on the news, they tryna lock me up
I got a gun for my friends that turned foe, they tryna pop me up
I just dropped two pills in my pop, now we sippin' on a Roxy cup
N***a, me and your bitch did a lot of stuff
That pussy good, if she don't answer, then I'm poppin' up
And I'm out on bond, got tired of COs screamin', "Lock it up"
I fucked up a whole half a brick, it wasn't lockin' up
Bitch, shut thе fuck up and come top me up
And evеry time I fuck, I wear a glove, 'cause I can't knock her up
I grew up eatin' ramen, now it's lobster for lunch
I got this shit off the block, this shit ain't come from no punch
I take risks 'bout that paper, I'm on the road with some drugs
I got Adderalls, boy, and a whole lot of bud
Couldn't get in with that ten milli', so I snuck in the snub
Goddamn, this bitch a freak, she tryna fuck in the club
First you put your mask on, creep on 'em, up that heat on 'em
How you get shot and ain't do shit? It must ain't mean nothin'
Just like Steph, my n***as shootin', they all got the green button
And they be quick to turn a white tee red for some green money
My bitch fuck bitches too, let's have a threesome
How this bitch pussy so tight when she had three sons?
He ain't check the 'bows when he bought 'em, but ain't no refunds
I bought my bitch a new body and she ain't need one, nah
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Been sellin' eighthies out the 'bow bag, now I got weed crumbs
I just fucked a bitch, then I tricked on her and got her feet done
Started beatin' her shit down at one o'clock, and now it's three somethin'
If I cheat, I'm just horny, if she cheat, that shit mean somethin'
That bitch startin' to like a n***a
Beat it from the back like plumber crack and the pipe was with me
I'm sellin' dog with my dog with me, they both be bitin' n***as
Body shots from the four-five look like Tyson hit you
Oh, you want a Scat? Give me forty-five for the striker engine
Kicked a lil' n***a out the gang 'cause he ain't had no fighter in him
Ridin' with a Glock and a Drac', can't even buy no pistol
Got flicked, now I'm lookin' dumb as hell tryna hide them bitches
I'm with Lil Lik throwin' money at the hoes on the Eastside
Two Glocks with thirty clips on 'em, look like the peace sign
Pockets knotted up like I was fuckin' with a beehive
We run the M block, I'm finna snatch it off the street sign, n***a

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
It's with an X, n***a
Fxce
(Ooh, 9ine Block Records)