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9 platter - 1mere lyrics

[intro]
backseat boys, go
it’s a green light, that’s how we—
it’s a green light, that’s how we—
go, go

[verse]
if a n*gga cross me, we was never locked in
i ain’t no f*ckin’ rapper, n*gga, f*ck a top ten (f*ck a rapper)
what you gon’ do about hundo, n*gga? come and slide then (hundo)
i put that hot sh*t on a n*gga, he said he at my mom crib
i get my b*tch what she want, she ain’t gotta buy wigs
he don’t wanna link with us, we gon’ get him lined then (lined)
f*ckin’ dirty b*tches all them n*ggas do, this sh*t easy
arp beezy swap the glock out for the peezy
that’s my brother though (my brother)
shots goin’ off, i won’t leave him
n*ggas really out here tellin’
i ain’t see sh*t like i’m steve (boaw, boaw)
make a opp do thе cha*cha if he run into lil’ eazy
i’m a devil baby, mom, i only hang with demons
had to gеt the b*tch a plan b but she still ate up my s*m*n
takin’ burners ot with the guys like that sh*t legal
n*ggas b*tchin’, they ain’t tryna go on a drill, they ain’t my people
yak p*ssy, shot a video on n*ggas block
bro, where these n*ggas at? (hidin’)
bend the 42nd, i thought i seen him in that f*ckin’ scat
fetti died, the whole ybc had a asthma attack
n*ggas dropped a song the next day, i know they mad at that
i know them n*ggas turnin’ in they grave like, “where the get back at?”
f*ck n*ggas ain’t know we drop sh*t, b*tch, you ain’t gettin’ that
i know a opp tried to start a fight then he died after (died)
four dead n*ggas on that block, this a nine platter (nine platter)
fg, fully gang givin’ n*ggas smoke
wish i would stop now, i do this sh*t for all the bros (for the guys)
in the bnb with all these b*tches tryna take off they clothes
seen a fan, almost shoot him in his sh*t ’cause he too close
catchin’ bodies, man, we dedicated, we got diagnosis
had to cut some n*ggas off, too many n*ggas sink the boat (go)
me and g4 playin’ 64th street with no coat (go)
i watch my man use that burner, next day get a new pole
if you ain’t slidin’ or providin’, n*gga, get a new role
i don’t like droppin’ songs unless we take another soul
opps b*tches, all they do is somethin’ to talk about
one opp ain’t look both ways when tried walk out the house (go)
another dead rapper, roll him up, we smoke him out the pound
n*ggas know they got hit for that booka and that tooly sh*t (tooly)
on the phone with yak tryna get the lo’, he on that stupid sh*t
i can tell half these n*ggas rappin’, they don’t do the sh*t
i can tell half these n*ggas cappin’, they ain’t shootin’ sh*t
i was down bad for a minute, now it’s dior everyday (dior)
me and my b*tch goin’ out, she know she ain’t gotta pay (f*ck that)
you know why them n*ggas call me d1 bully? i don’t play (bully)
is you helpin’ with them bodies? if i was i wouldn’t say (go)
ain’t no playin’ with that backseat, get that lo’, we hoppin’ out
five n*ggas in that backseat, ain’t no sp*ce to jump out
everytime my n*ggas hop out, they watch n*ggas watch they mouth
on my d*ck screamin’, “go”, but you hidin’ in the house
n*ggas f*ck with all rats so we call him lil mouse
me and osama in that ‘cat, get that drop and we in route
[outro]
go, go, it’s a green light
me and osama in that ‘cat, get that drop and we in route
cck, backseat boys, go

- 1mere lyrics

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