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Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?) Ayy, Nine9 made it Nine9 really kickin' shit I swear to God Swear to God, Nine9 Nine9 [Chorus] R.I.P. Fredo Santana Clip long like a banana My ho love Dolce & Gabbana Slimey green bandana (Yeah) Why is you so toxic? Dirty Diana My cousin bang red, yeah, he stay in Alabama Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (Uh) Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah) Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa I'm on your T.V and you can't change the channel (Uh) [Verse] Huh, shoot this bitch like Rambo (Uh) I can't run out of ammo (No, no) I got funds, I got bankroll And that bitch gon' make the jump if I say so You look better in the picture, grab your Kodak I'll always got you on my mind and you know that And my ho, she so bad, she a brat Po-pop out wit' my slime, hе say, "Slatt" (Yeah) You can't play me like no goofy, this ain't that (Yеah) Diamonds talkin', yeah, they chat (Chat', chat') Pockets on Madea, yeah, they fat (Fat, fat) Always had my headphones on in class Twenty-two on Apple music, I was just last [Chorus] R.I.P. Fredo Santana Clip long like a banana My ho love Dolce & Gabbana Slimey green bandana (Yeah) Why is you so toxic? Dirty Diana My cousin bang red, yeah, he stay in Alabama Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (Uh) Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah) Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (Yeah) I'm on your T.V and you can't change the channel (Uh) Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah) Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (Uh) I'm on your T.V and you can't change the channel I—, I'm on your T.V and you can't change the channel (Yeah)