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[Intro: Boss Top] Numba Nine roll up, bro! Rondo yelling Six Hunnid RIP Munna, RIP L'A! FTO, man Glock Boys, you know how we rockin', man! [Chorus: RondoNumbaNine] Coolin' in O Block, smoking loud pack with Boss Top, and Cdai, 22 shots Switching lanes in a foreign car For the squad, bitch, we go hard, try to try us, you ain't gon' make it far! We gotta lot of Glocks for the fucking war And, bitch, we still posted by that corner store [Verse 1: RondoNumbaNine] I got this chopper wit' no kick back Ride on him then I blow his shit back These niggas woofing I ain't with the chit chat I'm in the foreign riding round with big MAC's Whatever you niggas on, I'm on that Me and Cdai coolin', smoking loud pack He got that work, run in, I need that! Swirl wrap 'em up for a kidnap These thots calling, "Why they all on me?" You talking to them, "No, you ain't not homie!" I do my work all by my lonely And I got this fame, now they think I'm phony I run the game like my name Tony I'm shooting shit like my name Ginóbili Squad shit, bitch! And I'm Numba Nine from the six! [Chorus: RondoNumbaNine] Coolin' in O Block, smoking loud pack with Boss Top, and Cdai, 22 shots Switching lanes in a foreign car For the squad, bitch, we go hard, try to try us, you ain't gon' make it far! We gotta lot of Glocks for the fucking war And bitch we still posted by that corner store [Verse 2: Boss Top] You got a 30, we got 50's on that! Rap dissing, you get shot just like Kodak Say he leaning but that shit he drinking no Act How you getting money, you ain't playing wit' no sack? Keep a lama close, them fucking hammers sit back Hunnid in the chopper, split yo' ass just like Kit-Kats Turn up, sucka, I ain't really with the lip smack You can front me something, you ain't gon' get shit back Shooters coming, bitch, you gon' need a shit bag Feds in my hair like a fucking durag Say he caught me lacking, why you boys ain't do that? Known for shooting first, I seem to never shoot back! I'm a Glock boy, T-Roy shoot like Novak Call up my lil' shorty, leave yo' ass with no back And I'll trade the world for my brother O back Riding 'round through Chiraq with my glizzy, know that!