Jbsowavy Hit The 9 Lyrics

[Intro]:

I just, I just came in this bitch
Like fuck it you know
I ain't need no tune you know
Ha

[Verse]:

Woke up in the morning
Got dressed and Hit The 9 up

Got a email, couple labels tryna sign us
Swear I feel the love but I have to decline ya

8 bands ain't enough for the gang or my mama

Keep the opps dry
Like a desert keep a llama

Hop out by myself
I'm not concerned about a problem

Detroit Money Gettin
Pray I touch a million dollars

Double that then triple that
A nigga want more commas

Caught a fuckin case
But I'm glad I kept my glock bruh

Show the fakest love
When you dead or locked up

Got ya babymomma screaming out that Free Pops stuff

Put her phone on silent when you called
Then she got fucked

Who the fuck them niggas think they pressin? Nigga not us

Pull up on a oppa
While I'm smokin bumpin Oppa

I ain't got no time
Up that 9 and I clock ya

Dead on arrival
You don't need no fuckin doctor (Aye)

You won't need a fuckin doctor
049 them my shottas

I ain't got time
Bitch I clock ya

You won't need no fuckin doctor

Up that 9 I'll pop ya
Still on my Free Pops stuff

Won't need no fuckin doctor
While I pull up on that Oppa

(Bitch)