9 Shots

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[Intro: ALLBLACK] P-Lo, thank you Na, I ain't really the type to be out here boasting All that look at me ass shit I ain't really the type to be out here boasting P-Lo, thank you [?] weak ass, weirdo ass shit [Verse 1: ALLBLACK] Na, I ain't the type to be out here boasting Taking pics with hella money, with the strap showing Glizzy deep in PSD's, you can't see shit poking Crumbled up blues, [?] CashApp loaded [?] tatted on my leg, from all this running Need to change my name to [?] how my [?] bussing [?] the hoes thought that I was [?] Jones Got niggas' faces looking like they [?] Robotussin All that hatred in your heart, that's why you broke now Kept it so real, these niggas hate it when I come around Niggas remind me of the coat I had in first grade Sitting there with all the dirty shit in lost and found Kid ass pockets, [?] watches and thin ass wallets Used to be balling, now you folding [?] Told that bitch before we kick it, I need a deposit Keep speaking on me, and get slapped, like [?] [Verse 2: 22nd Jim] I think these bitches love the way I shit talk I got these niggas scared, they know I stick talk If I ain't flippin packs, I'm getting bricks off I got this nigga mad, I knocked his bitch off I know a couple gangstas,, really ohe me favors Don't speak on me, the [?] out of anger I'm the type to put my strap down, and really bank ya I can't stand these broke niggas, fuck around the [?] It's like a nigga [?] put the stick down [?] sipping drank, having us a sit down Oh that's your ho? She on my dick now I got her running round, shit, that's my bitch now I told them boys to listen, they ain't wanna hear A lotta niggas talk it, but I ain't never fear them A lotta niggas talk it, but they ain't never did it I could walk it, I could talk it, 'cause I really live it [Verse 3: ALLBLACK] Caught niggas lacking by the alley, [?] the bible I should've bunny earsed his pocket, slapped him with the rifle But I ain't doing no more favors, that broke shit got him Even your mom said my son don't want no problems Pulled up to 24, [?] slappin that ALLBLACK Talking 'bout nephew, you and Jim got the hood on your back That to the thugs, queens asking for pictures and hugs [?] my bankroll for the kids, and gave them all a dub [Verse 4: 22nd Jim] I bet you niggas hate how we beat up the dice Anything you niggas did, I done did it twice I bet you niggas hate it when we on the scene Sometimes I toat that fully when I'm feeling mean Finesse you out that bag, boy, you niggas green Either you with us or against us, ain't no in between I bet your mans will never get his life back Nine shots later, flexin, they don't like that [Outro: 22nd Jim] Bitch ass niggas Yeah 22nd ways, nigga Hahahah I ain't really the type to be out here boasting 22nd ways, nigga