sutphin to the 9 - bobby shmurda & lougotcash lyrics
[intro]
i move smooth with it
bet you ain’t never f*ck yo b*tch
i bet that lou hit it
yeah, i bet that lou hit it
even if i ain’t do it, they be like you did it
[verse]
i seen my b*tch change on me
now i’m michael jordan, i got six rings on me
movin like a slave, i got six chains on me (yeh, yeh)
flexin on the gram, runnin round with 80 on me
i’m gettin cash money, n*ggas thinkin baby signed me
and now i roll with chouie so i’m rockin bigger diamonds
chouie run with louie so we got them b*tches on us (yeh, yeh)
call my philly n*ggas make them put the 6’s on
and we had all the static till we put the switches on
like f*ck that sh*t
every time you diss me, i’m gon f*ck yo b*tch
i got rule minuscule n*gga that she love this sh*t
she ain’t got no morals
she gon prolly let my brother hit
[chorus]
louie baby lit, i f*ck around and make my brother lit
we sutphin to the 9 ain’t no different
they still gunnin sh*t
try to keep it cool, gas vibes
i don’t want that sh*t (no no)
gotta bad past
b*tch, don’t call me by my government
[verse]
when i got locked man
i seen all them people change on me
who am i complainin
with all these rocks and all these rings on me?
how can i maintain when i got murder on my brain homie?
30 in that thing and i got money in the bank for it
n*gga f*ck a case ad
them n*ggas put them things on us
runnin from the tricks ad
them n*ggas switchin states on us
how cannot be fake
how did the [?] stay full
how cannot betray anything i put in plane for (grrr)
n*ggas hardly k!ll
i put them p*ssys on a plate four
n*ggas said i ate man
who you p*ssy n*ggas playin for
b*tches know they can’t
that’s why these p*ssy n*ggas hatin for her
she know i’m the man
this why them dirty b*tch be stayin f*cked
in the faith which you motherf*ckas waitin for
we got that thing to make your motherf*ckin brain sore
how’d you pop the bag and put these motherf*ckin chains on
how’d you change the game
and put the motherf*ckin gang on (let’s go)
(instrumental)
[chorus]
louie baby lit, i f*ck around and make my brother lit
we sutphin to the 9 ain’t no different
they still gunnin sh*t
try to keep it cool, gas vibes
i don’t want that sh*t
gotta bad past
b*tch, don’t call me by my government (b*tch)
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