Blue 9ines

Lyrics: Christian Browne Music: Christian Browne/William Merritt/Tim David Joyce Huh-uh-uh nigga what, nigga what nigga Big Glock, Glock .45 on my waistline Boy don't waste time, nigga I FaceTime (shit) Nigga this a big Glock .45, right here on my waistline You debbie cake niggas be getting bit, that’s why I straight fire If I ever got a FaceTime nigga I could face mine They could straight fine, gon’ bust it for me on a FaceTime If niggas out here sayin’ they **** with me just know they straight lyin’ (just know they straight lyin’) I push line keep me from running cause niggas hate dyin’ Boy I ate mines and took your shit I ate a few times (huh) Bang that red fire but in these streets nigga I blue nine Nigga W-O and D that’s what I tote, nigga gon’ keep my tether in my jeans and my coat move like the po (like the ****ing ain't) I gotta get off this dope nigga don’t start by smoking poles (get off that shit) This shit be getting for real sometimes these streets is not a joke (it ain’t no joke) Nigga I don’t even pop no pills no more keep throwin’ up after I ‘owed (no more) Bitch I ain't land up after I poke you off that Don Julio! Often make this shit my duty-holder hit the studio (can’t even stay off no more) Cause I gotta keep dropping that gangster shit that these niggas ain’t even gon’ know This the truth for real throwin’ what I’m on like King Kong (King Kong) When I’m talking to one of you **** niggas I don’t even gotta watch my tone (**** niggas) These hoes already gon’ **** cause they already know what we on (they **** with us) Nigga know we all gon’ bust so they don’t go to bootin’ up until we gone nigga know we score! (huh) Nigga this a big Glock .45, right here on my waistline You debbie cake niggas be getting bit, that’s why I straight fire If I ever got a FaceTime nigga I could face mine They could straight fine, gon’ bust it for me on a FaceTime If niggas out here sayin’ they **** with me just know they straight lyin’ (just know they straight lyin’) I push line keep me from running cause niggas hate dyin’ Boy I ate mines and took your shit I ate a few times (huh) Bang that red fire but in these streets nigga I blue nine Go black nigga, say slatt nigga (say) What nigga, say what, nigga (huh) No hospital, GMK nigga, like you niggas ****ing forgot