[Intro]
Yo, Nina
Yo, my guy
I need a little pack, man, I need somethin'
Bro, ain't you heard "Tapped Out"? I don't trap no more
Ah, bro, stop all this rappin' shit, of course I heard "Tapped Out," bro, but it's money, bro, tap in
Bro, last time I did that, I went jail
Ah, I promise you, that's not gonna happen, bro
Listen, I'll text everyone, I've even asked Nort West Ebro, I said, "Who should I shout?" Guess who he said
What? Who he say?
Nina, bubu
Bro, man's out, bro, allow me, man
Uh

[Verse]
Came out of jail like, "I'm over trappin'"
I got customers tellin' me, "I know you're cappin'"
'Bout to drop my last album, I'm gettin' old for rappin'
I was just sixteen, I don't know what happened
I spit bars 'cause I love it
That's why I just cracked on when Warner cut my marketin' budget, uh
Like I can't go on Insta' Live, count a mill'
I'll pay for it myself, fuck them, I'm suitin' out my deal
I couldn't wait for the day
My album came out, now they chase me to stay
But in the grand scheme, I ain't changed the plan
They're sleepin' on my dream, fuck these labels, man
If you ain't OTF, don't tell me that you love me
I got bookings, but probation won't let me out the country
Turnin' down these checks, can't lie, fam', it's pricey
Plus I got all these necks tryna entice me
I can't roll with the muscle team
Always got it 'fore I let these pussies let my mother scream (Fuck you mean?)
Think I won't air it out, now I'm bait
Copped some new guns, I can shoot for a hour straight (Hour straight)
It's that Nina with the nina shit
Smokin' weed the same colour as the Fiorentina kit
Can't wait 'til my bro Jazzy's free
All this money make these hoes wanna marry me
N***as mad, I thought they'd be happy when I blow
Used to line twenty n***as up, slap them in a row
They wouldn't bat an eyelid if the the opps murdered me
And I swear to Zino, n***a, Crop Circle 3, it's Nines