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[Intro]
(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?)
Ayy, Nine9 made it
Nine9 really kickin' shit I swear to God
Swear to God, Nine9
Nine9

[Chorus]
R.I.P. Fredo Santana
Clip long like a banana
My ho love Dolce & Gabbana
Slimey green bandana (Yeah)
Why is you so toxic? Dirty Diana
My cousin bang red, yeah, he stay in Alabama
Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (Uh)
Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah)
Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa
I'm on your T.V and you can't change the channel (Uh)

[Verse]
Huh, shoot this bitch like Rambo (Uh)
I can't run out of ammo (No, no)
I got funds, I got bankroll
And that bitch gon' make the jump if I say so
You look better in the picture, grab your Kodak
I'll always got you on my mind and you know that
And my ho, she so bad, she a brat
Po-pop out wit' my slime, he say, "Slatt" (Yeah)
You can't play me like no goofy, this ain't that (Yeah)
Diamonds talkin', yeah, they chat (Chat', chat')
Pockets on Madea, yeah, they fat (Fat, fat)
Always had my headphones on in class
Twenty-two on Apple music, I was just last

[Chorus]
R.I.P. Fredo Santana
Clip long like a banana
My ho love Dolce & Gabbana
Slimey green bandana (Yeah)
Why is you so toxic? Dirty Diana
My cousin bang red, yeah, he stay in Alabama
Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (Uh)
Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah)
Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (Yeah)
I'm on your T.V and you can't change the channel (Uh)
Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up
Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah)
Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (Uh)
I'm on your T.V and you can't change the channel
I—, I'm on your T.V and you can't change the channel (Yeah)