Exit 9 Lyrics

Damn

What the fuck

Alright, you did something with this one mazi alright yop

Yop

Ehhhhhh, tuh, HBR nigga

Hella sticks on me nigga I'm walking around like a tree branch

Nigga playing with my money, choke him out he can get lynched

Flashing sticks on the gram, don't give a fuck you ain't go bust shit

You need to get yo baby momma, man I heard she like to suck dick

That's a damn shame

Nigga get in that room ain't go remain the same

Niggas telling stories to the feds man y'all fucking lame

The way my nigga kicked down that door he look Liu Kang

Fucked around and beat a nigga ass I feel like Bruce Wayne

While you worried about yo bitch she out with me taking boomerangs

She be venting to me like "this nigga always doing loser thangs"

For example, she told me like you couldn't even buy a chicken wing

And she told me like she always wanted yo chain to be like my chain

I'm the realist nigga ever, let me tell it nigga

Oh you say you serving out that shit? Let me smell it nigga

I don't really like to do the talking iah' fold a nigga

Like a stripper on live very quick to up pole on niggas

Light his ass up like a pumpkin the day of halloween

How the fuck you sick that I'm lit go get vaccine

Ever since a kid I was slick like some Vaseline

Niggas out here broke I got more pape than a magazine

Clip on this bitch man it's longer than a limousine

Fuck around and up the rocket on em' call me Jalen Green

Brodie caught him lacking he got pilt like a tangerine

Put him in a box, dawg forever on quarantine

I den ghost a nigga sick he came Danny Phantom

That nigga begging for the sauce, I then fucked around and scammed him

Niggas ass but I'm cold, man my bad that was random

Ain't talking Lil Tecca but I put his ass up for ransom

Winter time a thousand dolla' coat, I'm on that one shit

On that rich shit

Throw the buffies on take yo bitch shit

Man my kit gliss

Double cup of yop, I'm tryna sip sip

Know some niggas throw up 5's and some throw up 4's and that's real shit

Joy Rd. Exit 9, Nana crib on the corner

We see 12 we hoppin fences like they hop the boarder

Why you still fucking with that nigga knowing he a burger

(Niggas cheese!)

Been that nigga since yo cousin was on Subway Surfers

(WE LOVE HBR)