Made It Into 9
RJLDiablo
GENRE
[Verse]
Just a little complicated, God, thank God, thank God I made it
Still a little somber, ain't it? 39 be nominated
39 done dominated, stackin' up the commas, baby
Cleanin' like a Romba, baby, and now that I've got it, save me
Uh, tryna talk tough when they in the shower flexin' ribs
Sayin' that, sayin' this, sayin' that they put some bullets in some ribs
Suckin' dick, at your bitch's house fuckin' quick
He be on some other shit, don't care 'bout your brothers, bitch
They still young, we don't worry 'bout them, baby
Sayin' they got dollars that ain't proper, ultra-sound 'em, baby
I've been looking on the radar for people like you
Why thе fuck you 'round here? 'Cause wе all wanna fight you
And I made it into year nine, how the fuck you got nine?
Friends, you wish you got mine, people dick ridin' all time
How the fuck is you a G.O.A.T? Opps stabbed right up in they throat (39, 39, 39, 39)
Names, they rhyme with gay-oh, hit up shawty, "Ayo"
She wan' taste my mayo, she wan' get the flavour
And she hit the notes like Quavo, I was six, I used to eat Quavers
Wasn't ever worried 'bout a label, to walk to the store with my nan I was able
Man, she wan' suck my dick, man, she wan' suck my dick
And she gon' do it quick, and she gon' do it quick
That bitch'll make me sick, that bitch might make sick
Gotta diss on your whole gang, a whole lotta pricks
She a fat bitch, yet she thinkin' she hard
She a fat bitch, I might shoot her on the yard (Doo-doo-doo)
She a fat bitch, I won't lay that bitch on the mattress
Why would A want her? Out of all the pickings she's the fat—
Derogitory language detected and revoked
That's revoked, go get choked, soft like yolk
See your face on the screen, changing lanes with the remote
Just a little complicated, God, thank God, thank God I made it
Still a little somber, ain't it? 39 be nominated
39 done dominated, stackin' up the commas, baby
Cleanin' like a Romba, baby, and now that I've got it, save me
Uh, tryna talk tough when they in the shower flexin' ribs
Sayin' that, sayin' this, sayin' that they put some bullets in some ribs
Suckin' dick, at your bitch's house fuckin' quick
He be on some other shit, don't care 'bout your brothers, bitch
They still young, we don't worry 'bout them, baby
Sayin' they got dollars that ain't proper, ultra-sound 'em, baby
I've been looking on the radar for people like you
Why thе fuck you 'round here? 'Cause wе all wanna fight you
And I made it into year nine, how the fuck you got nine?
Friends, you wish you got mine, people dick ridin' all time
How the fuck is you a G.O.A.T? Opps stabbed right up in they throat (39, 39, 39, 39)
Names, they rhyme with gay-oh, hit up shawty, "Ayo"
She wan' taste my mayo, she wan' get the flavour
And she hit the notes like Quavo, I was six, I used to eat Quavers
Wasn't ever worried 'bout a label, to walk to the store with my nan I was able
Man, she wan' suck my dick, man, she wan' suck my dick
And she gon' do it quick, and she gon' do it quick
That bitch'll make me sick, that bitch might make sick
Gotta diss on your whole gang, a whole lotta pricks
She a fat bitch, yet she thinkin' she hard
She a fat bitch, I might shoot her on the yard (Doo-doo-doo)
She a fat bitch, I won't lay that bitch on the mattress
Why would A want her? Out of all the pickings she's the fat—
Derogitory language detected and revoked
That's revoked, go get choked, soft like yolk
See your face on the screen, changing lanes with the remote
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