Bless you, Fellaair
Little bit of this, yeah
1/2/3 down at 34
Imma hit 9th with a half for
Me and one fiend plus eight more
Ain't nobody pay shit cuz everybody paid for
Scuff on the wood floor
Got it poppin but their baby out the front door
In the Ford, two door, room for one more
Holler at your boy in the coupe, take a detour
God damn
I don't wanna feel like this
Grab that Ciroc and imma clutch it with a tight fist
Boy, mhmm
I'm right lit
Hard to tell, I'm slick in a nice fit
All drip, no wrist, no kidding
You might get women, but you ain't gettin no kitten
All up in the kitchen, boys whippin
Me glisten, baked chicken and the glaze lemon
On the rocks, too cold, got ya bae sippin
Sensitive on thе bite, so we ain't lippin
You a stationary motherfuckеr, boy you ain't living
I been tryna say that I'm on, but you ain't listen
Fuck, face itching, kicks missing
I swear ain't a bit of grace given
I could be thankful and never be a bit smitten
Boy, you faker than a Sim if you ain't simping
1/2/3 down at 34
Imma hit 9th with a half for
Me and one fiend plus eight more
Ain't nobody pay shit cuz everybody paid for
Scuff on the wood floor
Got it poppin but their baby out the front door
In the Ford, two door, room for one more
Holler at your boy in the coupe, take a detour
In the whip I took a detour down the boulevard
Yeah, I know they wanna see more
I might have em on a lake out at Seaford
Have em on a boat with the blow no C4
Damn we up in this shit
Never thought I'd roll deep
We Adele up in the crib
My baby went and got a bit of Modelo on the bib
They all friends with my dog, yeah
Cruella for a bit
Screaming "hello" all night
I done seen new faces and they all alright
Pass kush for the vibe and we all gon fly
Yeah, we all on flight
Yeah, we all too high
Time been passing you by
Cuz ya looking at your phone waiting for the reply
From who? That dime with the age 25 and the damn good face
Naw, they over at mines
Big boy, Daddy Big Rhyme
The addy don't change
They sipping that wine
Squeezing that lime and also my thigh
It's a hoedown and you ain't invited
How'd we get here
It's the fine dining
Heisenberg smooth
My plug be that pilot
They saw this smile and they started whiling
Tryna get diamonds
Imma get stylish
1/2/3 down at 34
Imma hit 9th with a half for
Me and one fiend plus eight more
Ain't nobody pay shit cuz everybody paid for
Scuff on the wood floor
Got it poppin but their baby out the front door
In the Ford, two door, room for one more
Holler at your boy in the coupe, take a detour
God damn
Holler at your boy in the coupe, take a detour
Just a little bit down the, down the road
Little bit of this, ahh
Ahh ahh
Ahh ahh
Hahahahaha
9TH was written by Chandler Matkins & Gabriel Taylor.
9TH was produced by Fellaair.