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9LOKKNINE

"Boot Up"

[Intro]
You know, n*ggas been doin' like
I been on my brain, 'cause I'm real right
b*tch ass hoe, dumb b*tch, look

[Chorus [x2]]
I told em, “I don't think, I like to paint.”
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with drac’s
Kel-Tec, Glock and K, KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the business back stuck on boot
n*gga talking out his neck, I'll be the first knock out his tooth
I’m throwin’ up my set all in the club like f*ck a booth
These Jitterbugs the truth, they kill for me
Put a n*gga in a seat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a killin’ spree
Bullets stinging, I’ll strike ya, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white no referee
All them crackers [?], tryna indict him soon as he free
I promise when he die, I’m gettin’ a shirt sayin’ R.I.P

[Verse 1]
I’m finna paint the world red, so, picture this
Curtains in my Phantom Wraith, swaggin’ on a b*tch
Cutter and a dagger, I been jackin’ wit’ my clic
.40 got a dildo, this b*tch came with a di*k
Trey 80 got a long nose, like slangin’ sticks
I been with the sh*ts since my diaper stuffed with it
Dad ain’t step up to the plate, naw, ain’t raise a Jit
I got one on the way, so I gotta take care of it
‘cause, I was born a hot dog, I was scared
Put bullets in the wind, 4 of these shots finna hit
They won't rock, no not at all, gon’ miss their kids
Keep makin’ all them songs but I be everywhere with it
I told my dawgs “We movin’ on from the older, watch what we sayin’. We gon’ hit the road, rock shows, f*ck hoes, and set some trends.”
Trey 80 got my back like we thuggin’ till the end
He gon’ rock and roger that, [?]

[Chorus [x2]]
I told em, “I don't think, I like to paint.”
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with drac’s
Kel-Tec, Glock and K, KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the business back stuck on boot
n*gga talking out his neck, I'll be the first knock out his tooth
I’m throwin’ up my set all in the club like f*ck a booth
These Jitterbugs the truth, they kill for me
Put a n*gga in a seat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a killin’ spree
Bullets stinging, I’ll strike ya, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white no referee
All them crackers [?], tryna indict him soon as he free
I promise when he die, I’m gettin’ a shirt sayin’ R.I.P

[Verse 2]
[?] they said I did
I’m blacker than the average tone, so what, cuz’ I just know I’m is
They think that the youngan dikes the way they brought them straps in here
I stay rollin’ round with a pipe, it’s part of what I wear
Aye, you gon’ die tonight, bet your life, go on and gamble with it
It’s a new era, all you old n*ggas take a listen
This a Moncler, VVS’s hittin when I’m grillin’
Pole tryna peep, wanna leak, like a faucet fillin’
Nina tryna squirt, Imma f*ck her till that b*tch peel it
We gon’ put in work, burn the b*tch, like some damn skillet
Posted on your turf, we stomp your ground, everything holdin’
Bet it ain’t no less than 30 rounds, she said she not [?]
[?] run around, on that n*gga
I bet he kept the same n*ggas ‘round, or he just been thuggin’
We just been some Jits, we some Mercy babies
I’m so AFNF, that other sh*t fugaze
Strapped up all my n*ggas like I [?] we the Navy
I been earned my stripes like lil’ Tigger tiger, what you name it
Now it’s time to sh*t on all you n*ggas, get the picture painted
My lil’ n*ggas been retarded with that heavy metal stainless
I provide the ammunition, tell them we’re gon’ paint it
Five slide Expedition, right turn view, I ain’t thinkin’

[Chorus [x2]]
I told em, “I don't think, I like to paint.”
They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with drac’s
Kel-Tec, Glock and K, KK Coop
He been jumped off the stoop, got the business back stuck on boot
n*gga talking out his neck, I'll be the first knock out his tooth
I’m throwin’ up my set all in the club like f*ck a booth
These Jitterbugs the truth, they kill for me
Put a n*gga in a seat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a killin’ spree
Bullets stinging, I’ll strike ya, a bumble bee
Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white no referee
All them crackers [?], tryna indict him soon as he free
I promise when he die, I’m gettin’ a shirt sayin’ R.I.P

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