Nine15 In LA

Lyrics

[Intro: Bandhunta Izzy] Yeah, sometimes you just gotta talk to 'em I'm on some Rollin' 20— yeah [Verse: Bandhunta Izzy] I'm on some Rollin' 20 crip shit, but this some Nip shit Like, "How the fuck he get rich and how he fuckin' that bitch? And who the fuck he stayin' with? 'Cause it's a mansion, though And how he get them lil' homies?" It's all expansion, bro Nine-fifteen in Los Angeles, we movin' militant But we don't wear no camo suits, this just some crippin' shit Gang on all the memberships, we don't hang with citizens We pop out and step on two feet, this Rollin' 20's, too deep I came from buckets of that water just to flush the toilet Now I just bought a pendant, diamonds in it 'cause I can afford it BT pull off spinnin', wе don't say the car or what's up in it I might take a picture, but wе don't post 'til we get some distance But that's just how a gangster move, steal's what them gangsters do And both gon' get some bitches 'cause we rad, but we gangsters too Frontline business, all them lil' homies, they be frontline with us Tryna play the back, I might react and get some frontline killers But I might sell some bells with FLs on my jacket still Take the worth from homie, I ain't pay him 'cause the pack was stale Stand around some bloods, ask a nigga like, "What's crackin', steel?" Nah, they ain't no pussies, they just know that I get active still I had to pour a shot out for the real ones And I had to pour a shot out for them bad bitches, still And you know I got some love for all the killers And if that bad bitch tell me no, I bet them freak bitches will Drinkin' Casa out the seal, I might just crash or grab the wheel I made a play for a couple 'bows, my pockets fat like uncle Phil And I'm tired of fuckin' with freaks, I think it's time for somethin' real I get tired of gettin' in beef 'cause I'm the one that get 'em killed