[Intro]
(Ayy, Nine9 really kicking shit, you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)

[Verse]
Why all these hoes be tweaking?
Singing on my songs, man, I sound like The Weeknd
N***as be fastin', these n***as not eating
N***a, I won’t fold or bend
I'm the one that start the trends
Man, our trap twenty-four, man, it's open
Man, these n***as be hoes, I got no friends
Under the sun, yeah, I’m under
N***as be broke, I know they life is a bummer
Ice so cold, it won't melt in the summer
Chain get to raining, man, I know you hear the thunder
Big bankroll, man, I'm a money lover
Louis on me and I'm rocking Undercover
I'm smoking on this gas, man, I got an addiction
Young trap n***a, man, you know I miss the kitchen
Ksubi jeans on now, I still rock True Religion
Been had respect like I just passed the mission
I love my gang, I'm not in competition
N***as be hoes, man, these n***as be switching
Need money, I'm itching, not broke, man, I get it
Don't care ’bout these bitches
Smoke drugs, my decision
One n***a is bleeding, one n***a is cripping
I’m smoking Biscotti, you know I be pimpin'
Feeling like Scottie, my last name not Pippen
I don’t trust nobody, these n***as be trippin'
[Chorus]
Smoking on dope, yeah, right under the sun
N***as be broke and they don't got no funds
It's a lot of them hundreds, I don’t want no ones
Know I see 12 then you know I'ma run
Smoking on dope, yeah, right under the sun
I ain't sipping on lean, man, you know that shit done
Bitch, I feel like I'm Goon
Auntie said I was the one
It's a lot of damn hundreds, I don't want no ones
Smoking on dope, yeah, right under the sun
I ain't sipping on lean, man, you know that shit done
Bitch, I feel like I'm Goon
Auntie said I was the one
It's a lot of damn hundreds, I don't want no ones

[Outro]
Smoking on dope