9lokkNine – DrumLine
Genre Rap

LYRIC
DrumLine

Intro

K-Ken gon hit this hoe fo' sho'
Aye, can I hit this hoe fo' sho?
Trust me to beat [Mhm
Free lil' Skeet, Uh Ayy
Free Joe 5
Free lil' Melly till he free
Free Slim Gutta, he caught 23
Free Ray Bands, free allem let 'em free
What you saying?
Nun wimme

Chorus

I done brought them steppas, so we come through like a band
One man one sound, we let off rounds where we stand
That boy just bootin up
We ain't worried about nun that nigga saying
Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah
Skrrt, He dead
I done brought them steppas, so we come through like a band
One man one sound, we let off rounds where we stand
That boy just bootin up
We ain't worried about nun that nigga saying
Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah
Skrrt, He dead

Verse 1

I say one thing for certain
It ain't nothing fo' sho'
'Cuz if I up this glizzy bitch I'm bound to blow
Kick shit like its Fifa
Ain't no soccer ball but watch me score
I'm chiefing on this Reefa [Uh Uh
Damn I'm boutta choke
A nigga think he big bad wolf [Hm
Then watch me blow
And we don't settle shit
A settlment
Thats all them youngins know
I said my married man a featherweight
That nigga an average Joe
My pistol in the party [Ha
'Cuz they ain't search me at the do'
She feelin on my body
Yeah she feelin down from head to toe
They know that I go Scottie [Why
'Cuz this clip hold an extra mo'
Dirty dancin through the lobby
Get to firin'
Now they duckin low
But I been tryna change
But niggas stackin that lil' hoe

Chorus

I done brought them steppas, so we come through like a band
One man one sound, we let off rounds where we stand
That boy just bootin up
We ain't worried about nun that nigga saying
Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah
Skrrt, He dead
I done brought them steppas, so we come through like a band
One man one sound, we let off rounds where we stand
That boy just bootin up
We ain't worried about nun that nigga saying
Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah
Skrrt, He dead

Verse 2

If I shoot then he shoot
We bless shit like Achoo
If you speaking on lil' Nine
Then at me, Ima at you
We in the front, the back glued
Fourth down, the punt crew
Fifty rounds before this due
We run him down
He out his shoe
I'm like pop out
Hot hot
.40 make him hopscotch
Ion need no hotspot
'Cuz baby im the WiFi
We get them chickens from Popeyes
That beam that gon point him out
He said his baby mama
You gotta rock out with yo cock out
Lil' two Ray got the block out
Big fifth done hit the crockpot
Ol' Dean swerve the stick 'round
Feel like Beanie Sigel
This that get down or lay down
I'm flyer than an Eagle
Step on shit to find my way down

Chorus

I done brought them steppas, so we come through like a band
One man one sound, we let off rounds where we stand
That boy just bootin up
We ain't worried about nun that nigga saying
Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah
Skrrt, He dead
I done brought them steppas, so we come through like a band
One man one sound, we let off rounds where we stand
That boy just bootin up
We ain't worried about nun that nigga saying
Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah
Skrrt, He dead

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