Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Nina Yo, my guy I need a little pack, man, I need somethin' Bro, ain't you heard "Tapped Out"? I don't trap no more Ah, bro, stop all this rappin' shit, of course I heard "Tapped Out," bro, but it's money, bro, tap in Bro, last time I did that, I went jail Ah, I promise you, that's not gonna happen, bro Listen, I'll text everyone, I've even asked Nort West Ebro, I said, "Who should I shout?" Guess who he said What? Who he say? Nina, bubu Bro, man's out, bro, allow me, man Uh [Verse] Came out of jail like, "I'm over trappin'" I got customers tellin' me, "I know you're cappin'" 'Bout to drop my last album, I'm gettin' old for rappin' I was just sixteen, I don't know what happened I spit bars 'cause I love it That's why I just cracked on when Warner cut my marketin' budget, uh Like I can't go on Insta' Live, count a mill' I'll pay for it myself, fuck them, I'm suitin' out my deal I couldn't wait for the day My album came out, now they chase me to stay But in the grand scheme, I ain't changed the plan They're sleepin' on my dream, fuck these labels, man If you ain't OTF, don't tell me that you love me I got bookings, but probation won't let me out the country Turnin' down these checks, can't lie, fam', it's pricey Plus I got all these necks tryna entice me I can't roll with the muscle team Always got it 'fore I let these pussies let my mother scream (Fuck you mean?) Think I won't air it out, now I'm bait Copped some new guns, I can shoot for a hour straight (Hour straight) It's that Nina with the nina shit Smokin' weed the same colour as the Fiorentina kit Can't wait 'til my bro Jazzy's free All this money make these hoes wanna marry me Niggas mad, I thought they'd be happy when I blow Used to line twenty niggas up, slap them in a row They wouldn't bat an eyelid if the the opps murdered me And I swear to Zino, nigga, Crop Circle 3, it's Nines