Half 9

Yo, he got slapped with my stick, so that point's half mine

We got the drop by eight, he got– half nine

Everybody's getting– if I rise my arm up

You don't want my savages to go bananas

You know my name rings bells, I been G from the start

Y Man's in the Range, got the glee in the car

Headshots from up close, I'm not squeezing from far

He got– on his door while he was leaving his yard

Why you gotta be a paigon?

Can't you understand we money-making?

It could be us, but you don't like me getting famous

I know you happy when I make another payment

'Cause all these shop receipts were for your trainers

Get you the latest, getting tired of these favours

'Cause you only like to shop inside Bottega

Saint Laurent like you Christina Aguilera, yuh

I'm seeing stars in the Wraith while they hating on me

Everyone I beef's babies to me

Glizzy cost 6 but the dotty came in for cheap

Get a drop, rise the mop, make it rain with them sweets

Said she wants a gunman to hold her tight

Sorry, bae, the only thing that you're holding is pipe

I got beef, so it's only right we step to clubs five-deep, I got the **** inside

Why's everybody rapping like they're on tryna shoot me?

I really shoot, I ain't doing drills out the booth

Second paigon I slapped got peppered in the back

You never touched bro, pussyhole, you left him with a scratch

You're so cold it made my heart beat baraf

Ran up half a M, it only took one sanad

My brodie got my 6, he keeps a qori on his garab

Yeah, we riding 'round on horses, this a 'Rari not a farras

Wa ka shalaynaysa

We got poles and we drink lean like it's Maraykanka

Only TT in this bitch, we don't do Fentanyl

Backseat booters, Baby Lugers, make a scene, mmm, nahmean

Everybody getting paid 'round me

GL17s in GLAs 'round me

Got a couple spinners and a 'K round me

20k, I'll spend it in a day

Yo, he got slapped with my stick, so that point's half mine

We got the drop by eight, he got– half nine

Everybody's getting– if I rise my arm up

You don't want my savages to go bananas

You know my name rings bells, I been G from the start

Y Man's in the Range, got the glee in the car

Headshots from up close, I'm not squeezing from far

He got– on his door while he was leaving his yard

Why you gotta be a paigon?

Can't you understand we money-making?

It could be us, but you don't like me getting famous

I know you happy when I make another payment

'Cause all these shop receipts were for your trainers

Get you the latest, getting tired of these favours

'Cause you only like to shop inside Bottega

Saint Laurent like you Christina Aguilera, yuh