"40s N 9s" lyrics

(Yo TJ, what you cooking up?)
Grrah, gang-gang-gang
Like, y'all know what's goin' on man
OY or no Y
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah

You my baby, for you, I'ma end em' (Grrah)
40s and 9s, I bet we gon stretch em' (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Good hair, good body, good face
The way you be lookin', just makes my day (Grrah)
Lightskin shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way (Grrah, like, grrah)
All eyes on her but she on the way

Yo Notti, throw-throw-throw, we catch a YG then we gotta blow (Then we gotta blow)
So me, I'ma take that throne
Fuck Kay Flock, he ain't coming home
If he do, then we taking his life
Word to my O, I'ma up that pipe
SevsideK, I'm smoking on right
Tell them niggas, "Get back", 'cause I know they hype
Yo E with the dot creep, creep
Tryna put a Flocka right to sleep
Everything dead if he yell, "DOA" (DOAK)
Watch him run, I'ma pick up the pace
I'ma get so close, I'ma take off his face (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Like, I'ma get so close, I'ma take off his face (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
Hop in the V go kuu', call up JJ, he throwin' like two (Two kicks)
Free Movelook and free AT, when they home, yeah, I know they gon' geek (Free those guys)
And I'm still smoking all deads, if you want red, then come to my side (Grrah-grrah, boom, everything dead)
And I'm just dropping YG and Sevside, 'cause they talk on they guys

Now let's talk on the facts (Ahh)
C-HII dead and he stuck in a pack
Smoking on Rippy, got shots to his back (Rippy)
And we up on the score, we smoke Matt Sav (Grrah-grrah, boom)
2WooK, yeah, I know that they mad
Fuck that, I'ma youngin, I'm toting this grip
If he try to run up, I'ma blick (DD with me, he toting a grip)
And you know this shit no joke
Try to run up and you know I'ma throw (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Can't go out, like, bad, like (Shh)
Nigga got hit, how the fuck he survive? (Matt Sav)
Smoking (Shh) that boy in the sky
DD with me and you know he won't let up (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah boom)
Catch a opp, shoot him through the sweater
I can't wait til' I catch me a Gunna (Drilly shot)
Spin through the 8, they be ducking for cover
Ask how much times they done seen me this summer (80K)
Bend through the Two and we bed through the Nick
Can't forget, lil' (Shh), got hit (Damn)
Smoking on Matt, this shit got a kick
Everything dead, yeah, I'm upping this blick (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Glah, glah
Everything dead, yeah, I'm upping this blick

You my baby, for you, I'ma end em'
40s and 9s, I bet we gon stretch em' (Stretch em')
Good hair, good body, good face
The way you be lookin', just makes my day
Lightskin shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way (Grrah-grrah)
All eyes on her but on the way

(Suck my dick, nigga, It's that DD nigga, man)
(OY or no Y)
(Grrah, grrah)
(It's that Lil' Ddot nigga man, everything dead)