[Nine Vicious]
(We in this ro-ro-rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)
Ayy, we got drugs
I got drugs, ho
I got drugs
I got drugs (Roqstar, bitch)
[Nine Vicious]
Put molly in her champagne, she ain't even know it
I put molly in her booty, she suck dick, oh my God, she's goated
I spent 5K on these Converse, call me Ramone
I got sticks, huh, on God, on Five, just shot his homie
[Nine Vicious]
Yeah, blunt blowin', like Lil Wayne, nigga
Fuck my opps, I'm a boss, I'm gon' hang them
Attachment on my dick, I keep me a banana clip
Got a nepo baby actin' crazy, yeah, I feel like a pimp
Pimpin' hoes out, I'm pimpin' hoes out, I'm pimpin' hoes out, yeah
I told her, "Throw that lil' ass right here, I'm finna catch it"
I'm makin' katsu, this bitch eat me like sushi, yeah
I'm 'bout cheese, ho, yes, I'm 'bout these blues, yeah
I'm 'bout cheese, ho
[Nine Vicious]
Hold on, open that goddamn mosh pit
Ayy, Elliot, go up so I can see the beat
Let's go, let's go (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Say what?
[Nine Vicious]
Put molly in her champagne, she ain't even know it
I put molly in her booty, she suck dick, oh my God, she's goated
I spent 5K on these Converse, call me Ramone
I got sticks, huh, on God, on Five, just shot his homie
[NDO Dee]
I got the stick on me now
I'm dropping my lo' but my opps ain't on that
I got your bitch in here now
She sucking my dick, bet you don't wanna go there
These niggas biting the swag, so fuck it, I'm switching the flow now
Glock, it hold like fifty-somethin' shots, you know that I'm wipin' your bros out (I'm wipin' your nose)
FN, you know we the biggest
Wipe that boy nose, I caught that boy slipping
I'm in that wide body, whippin' and trippin'
She suck that dick, ain't no grantin' no wishes
I was just broke, won't go back no more
They hit my phone, they talkin' 'bout some millions
These niggas bitches
I'm bringing the smoke, these niggas, they know they can get it
I switch out the lot in a Bentley, huh
Step on an opp then I'm dissin' (Fuck dissin')
Murder-for-hire, I'ma get it (I get it)
You drop that bag, it ain't finished
I'm in Atlanta, we got a thrill for the killin'
Yeah, I rock the red bandana
You know this Glock got switch in, blatt
Huh, I got the lo', where you at?
Sippin' this drank, bitch, I want me some Act' (Woo)
Niggas, they know what I bang, you ain't got no stain, I told 'em relax (Woo)
Bitch, I'm having aim, I shot at your brain, and shot through your hat (Woo)
FN all on the chain, you reach for this chain, your ass'll be dead (Roqstar, bitch)
[Nine Vicious]
Put molly in her champagne, she ain't even know it
I put molly in her booty, she suck dick, oh my God, she's goated
I spent 5K on these Converse, call me Ramone
I got sticks, huh, on God, on Five, just shot his homie
[NDO Dee]
Niggas already know what the fuck happenin', man
BombSquad, fN shit, man
A lot of you niggas countin' us out
Nigga, we comin' to take over this shit, nigga
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