[Intro]
(Karlos got that juice)

[Verse 1: Little Torment]
Yo, my plugs love me, they keep on sharing
Just got some new goods that I ain't declaring
That's a new strap my lil' bro out airing
He's a stubborn motherfucker, hard of hearing
My shorty bad to the bone, there's no comparing
She cook food and rub my back, super caring
I got the SK with the star kniver nears in
And the kick on the four-four's overbearing
In this fucking trap house, I'm the chairman
It's apparent I'm a rapper and a parent
Slide through the trenches, gonna hear my music blaring
Them young shooters giving out bine for too much staring

[Chorus: Nines]
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put the wholе gang on a flight, that's light (Streetz)
All my merch sold out on my site, that's light (Streetz)
Me and all thе traffickers are tight, well, that's light, uh (Streetz)

[Verse 2: Streetz]
Just ask around, when Streetz come around, it's a lot
With drip from the cuff, like diamonds ain't enough
Came plain, asked the judge I was drippy in the dock
Plug said he's selling choppers, my n***as hella cop
What the fuck?
You don't know 'bouts been cleaning with a mop
Blood dripping, clean it up, Ice City, run it up
N***a said he got a move, send the addy for the clock, it's up
In the trap, hella bottoms, hella tops, hella light though
N***as in the bits selling bits in the night though (Yes)
N***as in whips with the switch like a lightbulb
Anything get hit is a hit (What?), phone on flight mode (Streetz)
You know what I did with a cig
[Chorus: Nines]
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put the whole gang on a flight, that's light
All my merch sold out on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, well, that's light, uh

[Verse 3: Fatz]
Set pace first, I don't care if they be thirty deep
Always got my gun on me, hollow tip, couple clap
You know what type of pressure I apply when you mention Fatz
Go and check my resume, I don't even have to chat
Twenty-four, the cannon's on deck, it's been a wild day
So when I'm about, no one can't style
Rest in peace when I clart, I leave them all muddy
You know I fuck with a Zar, that's my n***a Ruggy
Twenty rounds of this dog, you know I'm on the fuckery
I can't let mines cry, I make your mum
I freestyle, I don't even write, that's light
I shoot n***as jumping off a bike, that's light

[Chorus: Nines]
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put the whole gang on a flight, that's light
All my merch sold out on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, well, that's light, uh
[Verse 4: Trapstar Toxic]
I could spit a line of fire or I put you in that firing line
Before they locked me, I was getting bricks ten at a time
See I ain't new to this grind, me and Nina's in that trap spot
Thirty-six in zeds, clock it out by the night
Somebody tell me why these other brothers trapping slow
Fam, I hit the strip with some buds, I got coins like I'm Mario
In the crop yard growing plants, this ain't marigold
Told the trap that you're Fabolous, I can't let you go
I'm outside and it's late
My n***a said he wanna glide, got a car, better switch up them plates
There's only real n***as round me when I step out them gates
Looking like a gorilla, I came through in some Bape, let's go

[Chorus: Nines]
Blew twenty G's in a night, that's light
Put the whole gang on a flight, that's light
All my merch sold out on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, well, that's light, uh