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Nineteen
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Nineteen was released on October 12, 2022 by Section 8 as a part of the album Insanity
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Release DateOctober 12, 2022
LabelSection 8
LanguageEnglish
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
$pida 8L
$pida 8L
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Aye, Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh)
Me and my gang going up
Most of y'all **** is down
My choppa ready to fuck
Now he don't wanna come out
Once that it's up then it's stuck
You **** actin' like clowns
Glock nineteen gonna bust
Suppressor don't make a sound
Uh-Uh, I'm not ready to go
Me and my **** rock vetements though
Uh-Uh, I'm not takin' you home
My gun is gay cause it's ready to blow
I'm boutta break it all up
Feeling like Lucki with lean in my cup
I'm boutta tell him what's up
Gave them a lot but they ain't had enough
Glock nineteen, can't forget a beam
One good shot gonna knock him real clean
Chill ass **** don't get in no beef
Play with me ****, I'm not what you seem
If I want it i'm not gonna ask
Oh he shootin'? I'm shootin' right back
I got the shit that's gon' make you relax
Glock nineteen gonna make you relapse
No i'm not takin no Tris'
I got yo bitch in here kissing my dick
My gun and my music ain't ever gon' miss
I'm texting your bitch and she couldn't resist
(Woo Yeah)
He said that he wanted to fight like
I'm boutta show him, like "Fight Night"
Punch out a tooth have the **** like Mike Tyson
Knock out a **** now he seeing bright lights
Hop out the cut, **** I see you
12' pulling up ****, I see who
Bitch i'm yo father like I lead you
Shooting my like gun just Kyrie do
**** offended now it's getting tactical
Killing for fun imma try out the reticle
He keep on talking like bullets are edible
Put down the phone, **** tryna get federal (Aye)
Like a recipe, **** copy but can't get the best of me
We not in school why the fuck is you testing me?
You're like your father bitch call it "Pedigree" (Aye)
Never stopping it
When I see it you know that i'm copping it
I see an opp like a perc' yea i'm popping it
They hear my shit and they ask when i'm dropping it
5.56 **** not gon' forget
Just like a fidget we make **** spin
Spinning again and again and again
I'm wearing a fit that's as much as your rent
Matter fact (Yeah) a hoodie as much as your rent (Ah-Ah, Yeah)
A hoodie that you couldn't get
That shit isn't making no sense
That shit isn't making no sense
That shit isn't making no (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, aye, haha)
**** can't do it like me
(Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh)
Ha
(Uh-uh, huh)
Say it again
Me and my glock nineteen best friends (Me and my glock nineteen best friends)
You want beef then i'm gon' send (You want beef then i'm gon' send)
Say one thing your life gon' end
Thought I was finished?
Me and my gang going up
Most of y'all **** is down
My choppa ready to fuck
Now he don't wanna come out
Once that it's up then it's stuck
You **** actin' like clowns
Glock nineteen gonna bust
Suppressor don't make a sound
Uh-Uh, I'm not ready to go
Me and my **** rock vetements though
Uh-Uh, I'm not takin' you home
My gun is gay cause it's ready to blow
I'm boutta break it all up
Feeling like Lucki with lean in my cup
I'm boutta tell him what's up
Gave them a lot but they ain't had enough
Written by: $pida 8L
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