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Side of Da 9 Gotta Star
[Intro]
Me and my razor rollin' the dutty
Don't need more gyal, more money
Lamborghini Truck, up, uptown
My Patek flooded (Skii)
(M1OnTheBeat)
Click, bow
Why you runnin'?
'Cause the safety off, it's bustin', bow

[Chorus]
Know one ting, but she meady (Dead, uh)
Big back, but, the bitch is needy (She's rubbed)
But, I think she can get us that drop
Ayy, trust me, it's easy (Trust, trust)
Are you listening? Get 'round there
No long thing, speed, speedy (Zoom)
My young boy puttin' in work
He tryna get put a man down like RiRi (Man down)

[Verse 1]
Dot dot sawed-off short (Chop that)
It was comin' all knee-high too (Knee-high)
Slap that mach' on a back road
Made my hand jerk like Levi Roots (Bine)
My Dior kicks in season
Step in the shop and cop me two (Fresh)
Ash on my car seat, high-speed chases, and I got a .352
Test me, beg a boy test me
.44 kick like Jet-Li
Show you what this ting might do (Huh?)
Stand back, move
These forty bells all pierce right through (Bine)
She's tellin' me, "Come" when her friends are gone
Peng ting, hit her up, headscarf on (Peng)
I don't really rate him, but, the rest are on
And I rid 'round there with my leathers on
Big barrel ones, no clips in these
She's fit, but, I handle the back with ease
I handle the wap with ease, slappin' the teeth
And my hands all squeeze
Uptown me, bro and a blicky
Tape this road now everything's sticky
Louis T, let me pree how it fit me
Nike Tech, white Patek, man's drippy
[Chorus]
Know one ting, but she meady (Dead, uh)
Big back, but, the bitch is needy (She's rubbed)
But, I think she can get us that drop
Ayy, trust me, it's easy (Trust, trust)
Are you listening? Get 'round there
No long thing, speed, speedy (Zoom)
My young boy puttin' in work
He tryna get put a man down like RiRi (Man down)

[Verse 2]
I get top, get top, get top
She bad (Ucky)
We fucked twice 'cause I ain't text
Bitch ain't rang me back (Hah)
All she knows is booty and nails (Freak up)
Me, I'm tryna get a few new bells (Shh)
Shoulda had six, put two in his twelve
Shotty comes with his D
I ain't no baby boy (Boy, boy)
Run a man down, run a man down
He's got me chasin', oi, oi (Where you goin'?)
Black long clip like a ladder
Wrapped in a blue bandana (Dark blue not baby blue)
Tryna score goals like Kaká
Spill some juice like Snapper
He ain't on shit, he's actin'
How? How? How? How did they preet him? (How did they do that?)
Friday, we bought that smokey
So it's not often I lack on that weekend (Nah)
I was sittin' in the trap, had Katie cattin'
Cattin', she need that needle, she ain't injectin' Botox (Inject, inject)
Went four and a half
Get you them low tops, buj come tough and the white one Sosa (Soft)
Shotty the same as O dogs, lean out the whip and hear that bark (Boy)
But, everyone always runs, let's see who's last (Dash off)
I'm with bro-bro, he got his ting live (Live, throw that)
See a fed man in the mirror while drivin' a dinger, I'm shoutin', ''Drive'' (Go)
You ain't ever left that scene all red
Ridin', blood on your mountain bike (Red)
But, why does he rap 'bout shootin'?
Bootin', tell you about that life
These days, do a drill on my .9 (Leaner)
I'm so young, just drownin' my knife (Ching)
This bad boy ting is selective (Ching, ching)
Don't tell me 'bout them, they selectin' (Can't do that)
Be careful which side, what you choose?
If we like you, we're lettin' it press (Press it)
.38 corn, it ejects, hit him in his head
He's stressed, meet death (Head top)
And I'm movin' low with my black blade
Had on the low tops and my stab vest (Wear that)
Skip that pack 'cause that pack were shortened
Why you tryna give me less? (Can't do that)
And I run a man down on his backroad
Just this shank on my skinny legs
Think that I'm tapped? Tell me I'm mad
Light in jail, they didn't bring me meds (Mad up)
I got psycho friends, stab you up quick
Swerve, we'll leave you a mess, yes (Dip, dip, dip)
They escape back to the block, everyone screamin', "Yeah" (Yes)
I don't wanna hear no cap, all I hear is cap in their bars (Same)
Side in my .9 got a Stark
Man's in the whip where the roof got stars (Skrrt)
Masks, tinted up, you wouldn't know who's in the car
Don't know who's in her 'yard
Stupid thot, give brain to the opps
[Chorus]
Know one ting, but she meady (Dead, uh)
Big back, but, the bitch is needy (She's rubbed)
But, I think she can get us that drop
Ayy, trust me, it's easy (Trust, trust)
Are you listening? Get 'round there
No long thing, speed, speedy (Zoom)
My young boy puttin' in work
He tryna get put a man down like RiRi (Man down)

[Outro]
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