K9

[Intro: Nick Grant] Yeah It's for my niggas Yeah [Verse 1: Nick Grant & BJ the Chicago Kid] Uh, all about this money, fuck your feelings, my dog I'm disgusted, niggas' Rollies outchea ticking, my dog I removed the roof, yeah, that mean the ceiling, my dog Barkin' up the wrong tree'll get you killed by my dog Project with no windows, shit built like a prison, my dog You ain't for the long run, keep your distance, my dog Can't stomach niggas, I just follow my gut feeling, that's all Crackers look to euthanize, still they killin', my dog I don't fuck with pussy niggas, this one here for my dogs Same nigga, I'm just outchea lookin' different, my dog Hatin' niggas changing faces like a Jenner, my dog Niggas slept, now I'm back, I need interest, my dog Feel like early Puffy, this is big business, my dog My nigga never said a word, still they sentenced my dog You a fraud, I just peeped the way you livin', that's all Vision foggy 'cause your image smoke and mirrors, my dog (Ow, and that's a fact) [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid & Nick Grant] You say this what you want (Yeah) Well, nigga, it's on now (On now) I told you watch your tone (I told you) But you steady wanna run your mouth (Run your mouth) Now I see just what you want (Yeah) Well, nigga, it's on now (Uh, it's on now, no, no, no) [Verse 2: Nick Grant & BJ the Chicago Kid] Teach me how to fish, I eat forever Thoughts dark as Lupita's flesh, compete at genius levels Riccardo Tisci drippin', why she freak me, why be threatened By accident murderers, all these carbon-copy felons? Street endeavors and niggas make number runs, polices put guns on us Like a Biggie LP, baby, this is a cover-up Love is love, all that hatred is making you self-destruct Model talkin' to me nasty, but some things I won't discuss I'm not your modern guy Got a model high up on the checklist, boy, I'm still alive Like Afeni's son laid on the stretcher, man This thing of ours could possibly die off any second Nigga, this the moment that God discovered Satan was jealous, twisted My granny was my hero star, fuck them Bureau cars Imitatin' trigger fingers out windows to leave you marked Can't afford a funeral, a fish fry's a start The brains of this operation 'cause my mental's scarred, my dog (Ow) [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid, Nick Grant & Both] You say this what you want (Yeah) Well, nigga, it's on now (On now) I told you watch your tone (Yeah, I told you) But you steady wanna run your mouth (Run your mouth) Now I see just what you want Well, nigga, it's on now (It's on now, no, no, no) [Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid] Ow, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah On now (Told) I told you Run your mouth (Oh) It's on now (Well, nigga, it's on now, no, no, no)