Posture

Yo, what you telling us? (telling us, telling us)

Aye

I used to pull up on **** on site

We used to pull up on **** on bikes

Crossed them, 50 seconds at the light

Spark em, tell that boy to bring a knife

Ain't no problems that we can't handle

**** is mad, I'm hardly polite

Put on the mask and jump on the right

Picture the guys to push through the light

**** is mad I call **** pussy

If you feel a way then **** is butt

**** I'm probably on nothing if it cost ya

If I ain't over there then I'm on the run

**** is mad cuz I pull **** cars

Cuz **** ain't spinning, let's keep it a buck

All my real **** from the floss

That's out here spinning, they know what's up

Now check I'm friggy (aye)

Check my posture

Aye tell em bout that bitch

Go tell them that we naughty

We different breeds

We from the nine

We don't do bottoms (aye)

Aye checked the news

That boy got hit up out his Pradas (aye)

Man, it's the rampers (waaaaaah)

And we back on his ass

I don't care what he jack

I don't care where you from

If they gotta problem then they got no pass

Don't act like you ain't know bout gang

Like, we'll make **** crash

I was thinking bout hits that we did in the past

I hopped on this bitch broad day with no mask

I send a bitch to reel him in

I'm with the killers, get him in

Any minute now, I'm waiting for a pin

Gotta pray to the lord before I sin

I just came back home off of ten

Need the whole block vacant, where they went?

Shots going through his windows, through his tints

Let em know I'm on go if they spin

Check I'm friggy (aye)

Check my posture

Aye tell em bout that bitch

Go tell them that we naughty

We different breeds

We from the nine

We don't do bottoms (aye)

Aye checked the news

That boy got hit up out his Pradas (aye)

Check I'm friggy (aye)

Check my posture

Aye tell em bout that bitch

Go tell them that we naughty

We different breeds

We from the nine

We don't do bottoms (aye)

Aye checked the news

That boy got hit up out his Pradas (aye)

And I stopped mentioning **** in songs cuz I got too rich (got too)

Fuck it, I'm back on my shit

Who ain't been New York in the minute

I look at the swipy **** as a gimmick

**** on live lying off the internet

I won't even shoot you **** we can get it

I won't even tell em what happened with me and Sosa

Ran that **** to C-V-S

When I left he was out cold

I don't know if that **** start breathing yet

I seen a friend turn into a op

I seen a op talking to the cops

**** be scared going to the rock

The **** keep tweeting, put em in a box

I really run on a drill

Fumbling, even Steele

Face hot, did it still

Way before I thought I would get a deal

I never ran from an L seven

Every time I got locked up, I was still repping

Boy I need respect and real credit

**** keep it a buck, I'm still different

Check I'm friggy (aye)

Check my posture

Aye tell em bout that bitch

Go tell them that we naughty

We different breeds

We from the nine

We don't do bottoms (aye)

Aye checked the news

That boy got hit up out his Pradas (aye)

Check I'm friggy (aye)

Check my posture

Aye tell em bout that bitch

Go tell them that we naughty

We different breeds

We from the nine

We don't do bottoms (aye)

Aye checked the news

That boy got hit up out his Pradas (aye)

Every city, every site and concise

Pull locations because we prolly post a fight

Post everything ****

Haven't seen **** in 4 years haha

Skrr pow