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)