Dad

Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard? Nine9, made it! Uh, niggas flex they bands, they look pitiful And I be flexin' on these niggas 'til it's critical Swear these niggas stealin' swag like a criminal They can never get it right, man, that shit difficult I be geeked up, you think I'm focused OG in my lungs, what I'm smokin', yeah Stomp on a nigga, hit the surface, yeah In the hills, so I ain't got no service Niggas flexin' wrong, I swear they defeat the purpose Smokin' Backwoods, not no bong, I wake up, the birds chirpin' I'm not from Atlanta but I'm in my zone Was stuck in the trap, you could call it my home Money keep callin', I pick up the phone I was servin' the ice cream with no cone Had to quit the lean, sippin' two Styrofoam You know what it is, I'm that dude Rockin' designer, shit, I think it's cool I hop out the Uber, I'm makin' a move And I made this song just so you could groove Been on the block, what I got to prove? Had to calm down, I got somethin' to lose Had to pick the 'Rari, like I couldn't choose Bitch, you know, bitch, you know, bitch, you know I'm the truth Too much money, can't walk in my shoes Run it up, can't worry 'bout you You wanna be me 'cause I'm droppin' the roof Told my bitch, "Ben look better than you" Fuck 12, what the fuck is a rule? Diamonds wet like a motherfuckin' pool Icebox when you look at my jewels Turn that 8 upside down like a bat You talkin' that shit, I ain't worried 'bout that Smokin' on green like a black cat Your Rollie tickin' like a hi-hat Gettin' this cash, know niggas mad Workin' hard like I was my dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad Gettin' this cash, know niggas mad Workin' hard like I was my dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad, dad Took his bitch, man, I feel like my dad, dad Workin' hard like I was my dad