Nine Three Twelve

One minute nigga let me get loose I’m coming with the Molotov and finna blow up the booth Deliver the truth, and tripping like I’m sipping the juice I look good like I’m stepping out the fountain of youth So get used to the feeling of me ripping the mic Sweet Tooth kinda rapper bout to kill it tonight Duck goose on her pussy cause I’m hitting it right Fucked twice then I’m dipping I ain’t missing my flight Right hand on her ass Left on the steering wheel Foot up on the gas Whipping to the dollar bills In a black mask Might get a triple kill If the gat blast Yo ass getting jacked still I ain’t the nigga that you wanna antagonize With bad boy tendencies that Diddy would try to sign A natural born killer lacking empathy by design I got a blueprint to make an enemy fall in line Dark vibes in the air I can I feel them Friends say I got some shit I need to deal with Fuck them all I don’t care I don’t need them Get this money I ain’t worried bout your feelings Home you mad, why is you tripping Try to relax, you got permission No need to ask, shut up and listen Yeah Go get you a rack and get off of my dick You niggas acting like I ain’t legit But I’m in my bag and it’s making you sick, bitch At this point in time I done fucked the game up Doing it all for me for me don’t give a fuck what they want But say something imma get you niggas to pay up Fuck on yo bitch and then I bust a nut in her lace front Whoa, shit, Ojo tweaking Dripping like water when the faucet leaking And he got bars and they’re awesome You better respect my time don’t talk I’m speaking now Not nan' not a nigga no Mike Epps Keep ya girl toes curling like biceps If I catch you at the gym then I might flex Flip the bird middle finger fuck sky sex I bet My check nigga can't see me But they be looking like I’m rapping on TV I give a better wet-Willie than E T Running game on the whole screen like E3 Dark vibes in the air I can I feel them Friends say I got some shit I need to deal with Fuck them all I don’t care I don’t need them Get this money I ain’t worried bout your feelings Home you mad, why is you tripping Try to relax, you got permission No need to ask, shut up and listen Yeah Go get you a rack and get off of my dick You niggas acting like I ain’t legit But I’m in my bag and it’s making you sick, oh Watch got a big face like Nickelodeon She dropping hints in my note pad going in Bitch blue clues salt pepper high sodium High blood pressure got my dick on swole again Beating up the pussy like it stole something from me Pepto Bismol she can feel it in her tummy Anyone can get it, it don’t matter who want it Never been to Egypt but I'm rapping like a mummy now This ain’t no, regular, nigga type shit If you can't see it need to get your eyes fixed I know you niggas love it when I rip it like this It’s cold outside could you blame my wrist Look at my watch yeah it’s about time I’m an independent nigga imma stay up on my grind No handouts bro, imma take what’s mine I can handle anything nigga everything’s fine Dark vibes in the air I can I feel them Friends say I got some shit I need to deal with Fuck them all I don’t care I don’t need them Get this money I ain’t worried bout your