(9012)

No (the code)

No (the gang)

No, huh (the life)

Nah

Yeah, yeah (Branden)

Huh, nah (Branden)

Nah (where are you, baby?)

Huh, no, no,nah (Colato)

Compared to me, all these **** ain't shit

I got your bitch and she all on my dick

I got Chrome head to toe on the fit

You gon need a plunger cuz i am the shit

In the spot wit my chain, **** eyeing my shit

In the spot shit get hot, and I'm clutching my grip

She want my autograph on her tits

Vamp shit all black cuz' it's Rick, huh

My crew, we slanging bandanas, huh

I hang with the killers and scammers, huh

You hang with the lames and the randoms

I whip the ghost, ain't talking Danny Phantom

I clutch my Nine if he run up, I blam em

These **** be swagless, I don't understand 'em

Band for band, Lil bitch, let's go

Handyman got my tool, hit your dome

Look at the doors, suicide, I'm clutching my nine

This bitch wanna ride, I'm looking too fly

Look me in my eyes,

Are you ride or die? If not, step aside

Partying all night, h-huh

Sippin' on a dirty Sprite

9-9012 yeah we don't fight, f-fight

If you push up lil **** good night, goodnight, slat

H-huh

K-K-Kawaski, this bitch ride me full throttle

Sippin the bottle, she want some Colato

My stick chop a ****, ain't talking Dabo

It's my time, no Movado

Ain't love for you, ain't gettin coddled

If you want, you hussle, wit life its a tussle, we grind, you know that's the motto slatt

High velocity blood ricochet

Chrome onna choppa, bullets cross his face

Animosity pumpin' through his veins,

Letting bullets spray if that's the case

I love the green 115, heavy sticks, but my hands weponized

Ap onna wrist fully customized

Diamonds hit the light, bitches mesmerized

She love my songs, my voice hypnotize

Who you talking to? Lil **** recongine

Gen 5 make him shake, electrified

Throwing up the 9 as long as I'm alive

Pops said, "Branden, you my last hope"

Hard pill to swallow, think I'm boutta choke

And I calm the nerves by puffing onna dope

And I'm hypnotized by the fucking smoke

So-some **** (Colato)

Some **** clock out, my **** we rock out Bitch, I'm ready, I can't face no damn rope

So now when I pop out, I'm cruising with top down, cuz ima live the fucking future I wrote

Go ghost, these **** don't know me

Burn it down, don't let bridges control me

30 rounds, **** you better hold me

Leave it all, I set flames to the old me, slat huh

Colato, you did this? (Slat, 9012, yeah)

(Throw up the Nine) (woo-hoo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (woo-hoo)

(slat, slat, yeah)

This is a Colato exclusive (**** what?)