"Unreleased Intro (CC2)" lyrics
The first thing we needed was brokers
Guys with sales experience
So I recruited some of my home town boys
Sea Otter, who sold meat and weed
Chester, who sold tyres and weed
And Robbie, who sold anything he could get his hands on, mostly weed
Uh
Karlos got that juice
Where I'm from, niggas kill for clout
Still can't believe that I made it out
If I put on all of my chains, that's a quarter ticket on me like I boarded a plane
Now we cultivate all your favourite turps
Got these bummy niggas out here chasin' bussdowns like they're late for work
How you roll with a snitch?
'Till I shoot that nigga on live, watch his whole body twitch, uh
I'm in a big ass mansion like 'Ox in Belly
The crop's ready so I'm curing plugs like Doctor Sebi
It's ICB, I robbed that nigga back in the day
And now he wants a signed CD (Signed CD)
I stay strapped like a sex toy
I still pull my nank out, start swipin' like an F-boy
Take a look at my bank, crazy zeroes
I don't fuck with these rap niggas, they be weirdos
Can't have none of them around me
My [?] lookin' cloudy
I get stoned to death, punishment in Saudi
In a Burberry shirt, ain't a gender reveal
My nigga went to the Vale, had to send him a bills
That's why I tell them I ain't got packs for sale
I'd rather run off to Dubai before I go back to jail
No time to be actin' pally
Told them if it ain't fire, then I'll mail that shit back to Cali
When I was selling pies, my nigga went cunch in a rental and built an enterprise
Right now, it's hard to get loads of keys
I need a different plug like a charger overseas
You don't wanna see my guy spray, I got sixteen in this .45 like Freaky Friday
Grown men actin' like some groupies
Bunch of coulda been niggas, probably shoulda signed to Druski, uh
The world kept movin' when I was stuck in prison
Came home like El Chapo, I had tunnel vision
Too much snitchin' now, the game's done
Feds found my yard, told Alexa to play dumb (Dumb)
All them opps are goin' soft, they know if I feel triggers, shots are goin' off
Back when I bought an ounce, I was in the traphouse with nitties ODing
Man, that shit was like a haunted house
You know me, I hold it down
You would think the plug is playin' money up the way he's throwin' pounds
It's Nines
Guys with sales experience
So I recruited some of my home town boys
Sea Otter, who sold meat and weed
Chester, who sold tyres and weed
And Robbie, who sold anything he could get his hands on, mostly weed
Uh
Karlos got that juice
Where I'm from, niggas kill for clout
Still can't believe that I made it out
If I put on all of my chains, that's a quarter ticket on me like I boarded a plane
Now we cultivate all your favourite turps
Got these bummy niggas out here chasin' bussdowns like they're late for work
How you roll with a snitch?
'Till I shoot that nigga on live, watch his whole body twitch, uh
I'm in a big ass mansion like 'Ox in Belly
The crop's ready so I'm curing plugs like Doctor Sebi
It's ICB, I robbed that nigga back in the day
And now he wants a signed CD (Signed CD)
I stay strapped like a sex toy
I still pull my nank out, start swipin' like an F-boy
Take a look at my bank, crazy zeroes
I don't fuck with these rap niggas, they be weirdos
Can't have none of them around me
My [?] lookin' cloudy
I get stoned to death, punishment in Saudi
In a Burberry shirt, ain't a gender reveal
My nigga went to the Vale, had to send him a bills
That's why I tell them I ain't got packs for sale
I'd rather run off to Dubai before I go back to jail
No time to be actin' pally
Told them if it ain't fire, then I'll mail that shit back to Cali
When I was selling pies, my nigga went cunch in a rental and built an enterprise
Right now, it's hard to get loads of keys
I need a different plug like a charger overseas
You don't wanna see my guy spray, I got sixteen in this .45 like Freaky Friday
Grown men actin' like some groupies
Bunch of coulda been niggas, probably shoulda signed to Druski, uh
The world kept movin' when I was stuck in prison
Came home like El Chapo, I had tunnel vision
Too much snitchin' now, the game's done
Feds found my yard, told Alexa to play dumb (Dumb)
All them opps are goin' soft, they know if I feel triggers, shots are goin' off
Back when I bought an ounce, I was in the traphouse with nitties ODing
Man, that shit was like a haunted house
You know me, I hold it down
You would think the plug is playin' money up the way he's throwin' pounds
It's Nines
