Top Songs By V9
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Valdir Moniz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
V9
Songwriter
Wiz
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tefo
Producer
Mason
Producer
M6
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Drop on a opp, let's take it there
Samurai and a Glock, we don't play fair
Burn like Mayfair, they got fake guns
They're the ones that I fear
I pull up and square but **** bears
He just runs, I see bare hair
He's a fuckin' hare, he's speedy
Trip up, you'll see death
Turn man pack when I slap this wap
Ain't aimin' for legs, I'm slappin' hats
Or your chest
You know like that
V9, I go mad, head red like my old school mask
Slap it and spin this round
Ching it and put man down
I don't chat on the net
I leave man stretched, red, wet
Hospital bed
He was chattin' on gang, so he held that fade
Dickhead, come taste this blade
I'm insane, split that brain
When he got-got I couldn't complaink
Gang done him right, left him in a maze
Woke up lost, confused, dazed
How's he alive? I dunno, it's cray
Backstraps, no zoot, when we blow this tool
Two guns up in the ride, let's torch these fools
Chat on who? Put a bullet in you
I'm insane, I'm loose
Let's go on a ride
Fill up the car with bine
Slap shots, tell the boys, "Don't freeze up"
Don't be a hero, rude-boy, just ease off
Or get peeled off
I swear gang's just squeezed off
He got hit, couldn't breeze off
Sneak up on the opps, we're evil
Let's go on a ride
Fill up the car with bine
Slap shots, tell the boys, "Don't freeze up"
Don't be a hero, rude-boy, just ease off
Or get peeled off
I swear gang's just squeezed off
He got hit, couldn't breeze off
Sneak up on the opps, we're evil
They chat hella shit bare cappin'
Pull up, clap him, jook or crash him
Get man down, what happened?
I was at a gaff doin' seedy antics
Run a man down, I'm old-fashioned
Chase that prick with passion
Samurai sword make the yute go night-night
He's scared, just like fright night
Spin this coupe
Let's get these yutes
Venomous bad samurai yutes
Dojo settin's doin' moves
Don't lack, or you're doomed
My young boys trained to shoot
Give my young boy a Sam'
He'll show you the stance
Bankai settings, ching man's clart
Bad boy like Bart
Pull it back, shh, clart
Headtop red like Sideshow Bob
Put a skeng in the truck
Lemme take that shot
Hole in one, we ain't playin' golf
I ain't got to skizz more
Leave man soaked on the mains
Of course
The 98 gang ain't showin' remorse
Shotgun kicks back and forth
White tee, Japanese, of course
All of them man come soft like s'mores
Dickheads, do you really want more?
Pussy hop out the ride, let it roar
Like Simba
Feed man shots for dinner
Let's go on a ride
Fill up the car with bine
Slap shots, tell the boys, "Don't freeze up"
Don't be a hero, rude-boy, just ease off
Or get peeled off
I swear gang's just squeezed off
He got hit, couldn't breeze off
Sneak up on the opps, we're evil
Let's go on a ride
Fill up the car with bine
Slap shots, tell the boys, "Don't freeze up"
Don't be a hero, rude-boy, just ease off
Or get peeled off
I swear gang's just squeezed off
He got hit, couldn't breeze off
Sneak up on the opps, we're evil
Written by: V9