CHANNEL 9

[Chorus]
Channel 9, he got put up on the news, we walked him down
I ain't acknowledgin' beef with none of you niggas, just spin and leave shit on the ground
Two hundred shots, three niggas dead in the car, that's how they was found
I'm from the Low and the 'Go
Every nigga with me gon' wipe a nose or blow, I already know you talked to folks

[Verse]
White and rose, GIA certified all my stones
And I can do this shit, it's money on all my phones, stay sendin' cheddar to all my bros
Fuck The Law, I'm the anchor, I'm holdin' 'em down until they come home (Fuck The Law, Fuck The Law, Fuck The Law)
We usеd to fuck with the Moes, they got to twеakin', we was puttin' dick in they hoes
It's crazy, Law done got hot in the streets 'cause all of the shit he speakin' be cold
All of his J be froze, his people 'nem havin' that shit, they be givin' him lo's
Jump out the V, it's over (It's over), them boys, they go left, right
Step on shit like soldiers (Brr), them boys, they go left, right
Chase him down, hold it steady (Hold on), lil' bro, keep your breath right
Tryna stop talkin' 'bout killin' somethin', but I always want that next stripe (Get his ass, man)
Niggas, they can't fuck with me, not now or in my next life
Remember my first hundred, countin' it, that shit up too many times (I kept wantin' to count it)
Broke niggas snitchin', he couldn't do shit else but drop a dime
And stop all that dissin' on the 'net, I bet you won't go live (Brr)
One of my niggas chase you, only time you have a real nigga behind you
Jump out cars blazin', fuck a location, we go and find shit
I know a nigga up eight bodies (Yeah), he only 5'10" (Yeah)
And he ride 'round with five sticks, that's my dog, go right onside him
Murder always on my brain, I'm hopin' he slip so I go and blast him
Wednesday they pick up the garbage, Tuesday night, I'm right by the trash then

[Chorus]
Channel 9, he got put up on the news, we walked him down
I ain't acknowledgin' beef with none of you niggas, just spin and leave shit on the ground
Two hundred shots, three niggas dead in the car, that's how they was found
I'm from the Low and the 'Go
Every nigga with me gon' wipe a nose or blow, I already know you talked to folks

[Outro]
Ha-ha-ha
Y'all know what's goin' on
THF or death, man, nothin' else
Huh, yeah, and I already know you talked to folks
Wipe a nose
Fuck The Law