[Intro] Check the fuckin' shit, make sure it ain't on safety man, so we can get the fuck up outta here Man, Glocks don't have no fuckin' safety
[Chorus] Boolin', hell nah I ain't coolin' My nigga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit Simon said get 'em, blues clues left 'em clueless Why they call me Nine, shawty nine on that new shit I ain't talkin' nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit Cousin V'd up, don't get caught up in that woo shit Bitch I'm double K, murder kill, that's the movement
[Verse 1] I got the bat in case he run with that, call me a running back I drop wood like a lumberjack, keep on playing that Headfirst all off in the sack, this a man, not a hat And if I took it, you ain't gettin' it back Lil Nine, I'm bored with Jacksons Told me oops, now she feelin' that, my dick all in her back It's a choo choo, beat it off the tracks, I can't lay up with that I'm a motherfucking miniman, thuggin' in the stand Jit the ball, runnin' to them bands, goin' Super Saiyan I'm ballin' on and off the court but I'm above the rim Remember aggravated battery, still in it for attempt I can't let 'em take my life so I'm speedin', tryna get him And lil nina got a dick so it's fuck all that shit you hear I'm rolling with A double F, can't forget the N And the A be for all, F for family, no friends With my back against the wall, who to call once again I done been through it all, can't you tell how I spit?
[Chorus] Boolin', hell nah I ain't coolin' My nigga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit Simon said get 'em, blues clues left 'em clueless Why they call me Nine, shawty nine on that new shit I ain't talkin' nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit Cousin V'd up, don't get caught up in that woo shit Bitch I'm double K, murder kill, that's the movement
[Verse 2] Spin your block, murder kill kill, I gotta kill him I keep screaming free my nigga who in the system Framed him, ain't no picture, I really miss him Can't keep fallin' victim, keep missing Christmas I was rollin' off a jigga, dick in her liver He coppin' pleas with them niggas, more stripes than Tigger I need the brand new baloney, pay up, you owe me I keep a shooter, no Ginobili, he goin' Kobe But I be ballin' like I'm Scotty, he off a molly Lil bruh just geekin' out his body, I pumped the shotty They yellin' run Ricky run, now I quit, now I bust gun I had done took a little time off, I piped out, no fun guy Okay so now they count me in, they want me winnin' I got some niggas, boy they love me, pull up, no Huggie She just want my fungi, she want to hug me I had to pass her to Lil OG, he in her tummy, ayy
[Chorus] Boolin', hell nah I ain't coolin' My nigga lost his top, like a drop top, he roofless Bool it, for them youngins act a fool jit Simon said get 'em, blues clues left 'em clueless Why they call me Nine, shawty nine on that new shit I ain't talkin' nickels, he drop dimes on a cool jit Cousin V'd up, don't get caught up in that woo shit Bitch I'm double K, murder kill, that's the movementTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
