Nine on My Lap

(El Camino)

I’m in the latest vette, pay respects

This one for whippers that really make it stretch

I ain’t too far from the curb, I still play the steps

Fuck a vest I snuck up on yo ass and razor ya neck

I’m coming through just waving my scat

Like I’m obsessed I ain’t stopping til I put me a hole in ya chest

Cancel you out as if you were a threat

Or a bitch that keep callin me and I’m just ignoring the text

I’m in this bitch so let’s pop some Moëts

Something told me to bring my glizzy I think it’s a test

I usually got the tech when I pull up to (inaudible)

One wrong move that could get you left

Nigga say less

You better play cool when I’m around cuz I stay strapped

Niggas really move and play ball with the big dogs

Gotta think of something else to call it this ain’t rap

My nigga facts

It’s demons on my back

(Hook)

That why I keep a nina on my lap

That’s why I keep this nina on my lap

Nigga that’s why I keep this nina on my lap

(Conway The Machine)

Yea, I got this nina on my lap Nigga

The body dropped and he ain’t hear a shot

I crept through that shortcut, I air his top

Three racks for my kicks, two hundred dollar pair of socks

I’m the new king, I’m D’Aaron Fox

Shot him on Davis found his body somewhere on fox

My life is a movie it can air on Fox

Double Rs on the truck, you gotta clear the lot

I jump out blaring Pac and I ain’t wear my watch

The bitches still stare and watch

Two 40s that’s a pair of Glocks

Two traps, two stoves that’s a pair of pots

1250 for my jeans, a few pair I cop

Camino tell me where to stop

See me on Genesee I stare and drive

I just say the word, a little nigga come clear the block

Hollow tips hit him and tear his top

Rockin this off white Louie all the bitches wanna know where I shop

A long way from dope, weed baggin

I’m OG status

You know me, I’m Kobe status

I don’t be passive, with niggas

Nah, im gon be at em

My album bout to drop

You know that shit is gon be massive

It’s gon be classic

MOB you know we blastin

We don’t be mackin

Its gon be static

We slide through, its gon be tragic

It’s Showtime, you gon see magic

Funeral homes boy, it’s gonna be caskets

50 shot sticky you know we has it