"Freestyle (OFI)" lyrics

Aight Nina, let's go back in with this one
Shout out all my trap stars, all the mandem flyin' 'em, yeah?
Aight, let's go

The [?] say I'm gettin' too ahead of myself
But I just wanna re-up, fuck everything else
My nigga's sixteen and owns a mag
Gotta weigh up all his packs before his mum gets home from work
I just whipped up a whole keys
If you need raw like the lion, I'm a wizard with these OZs
I hate seein' feds at my door so I'm lowkey like thirty-six Z's on the floor
My nigga's out in country, pebs in his jaw
The lazy niggas only see Z's when they snore
People say I ain't go conscience
But I felt bad when I beat that nigga up so that's nonsense
I shop in Bond Street, bring my long heat
It's camera'd up, I still leave a nigga on the concrete
My old niggas got an old Wesson
Hundred niggas posted up on the block lookin' like they're protestin'
My niggas stashin' draws by the bin sheds
They even stashin' draws by the benches
I see them stashin' draws by the bushes
They even stashiin' draws by the fences
Draws by Lucy's, draw's by Maria's
So much draws you would think the hood was Ikea
It's Nines

Hey Nina
They fuck with you, my nigga
Yeah man
Trap star messiah
No one flyer
Come on man