Number nine

[Intro: lxstk1]
ARP up on my right, Glock in my left hand
ARP up on my right, Glock in my left—

[Verse 1: tenseup]
Bitch, yeah, I'm poppin' percs, ha
I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna hurt ya'
G-G-Got a gun in my bag, it gon' hurt ya'
In my bag, gotta zip 'finna turn up
My ho talking so much, I don't want ya'
'Finna pop some more like my fuckin' god
Pull up to my block, yeah, you gon' fuckin' die
Pull up to the stu', twin I'm lookin' fly
Said she wanna fuck and I said "Oh my god"
Said she wanna pull my pants down, I just want to vibe
And I pull up in my shit, I'm rocking Number (N)ine
Walking in the building, on my hip I got a .9

[Verse 2: lxstk1]
Wanna fight it's on sight then
Pull up to your shit with a chop I ain't fightin'
ARP up on my right, Glock in my left hand
ARP up on my right, Glock in my left hand
Pop-Pop perc three nine shootin' like I'm Stephen
And I'm with lil' tenseup, better come and you get checked
I don't-I don't really— missin' me, so I hit different
50k in my bank, boy, I feel like stanclickin
Project 99 on my body, it came ripped in
Chrome is on my shoe, but shit's chicken
Ru-Run off on the plug for that pack then I'm missin'
Feel like TJ Watt, see the opposition then we blitzin'

[Outro: lxstk1]
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