Dad

(album: Underdog - 2018)

Ayy, Nine9 really kicking shit, you heard?
Nine9, made it!

Uhh, niggas flex they bands, they look pitiful
And I be flexing on these niggas till it's critical
Swear these niggas stealing swag like a criminal
They can never get it right, man, that shit difficult
I be geeked up, you think I'm focused
OG in my lungs, what I'm smoking, yuh
Flexed up when a nigga hit the surface, yuh
In the hills so I ain't got no service
Niggas flexing wrong, I swear they defeat the purpose
Smoking Backwoods, not no bong, I wake up, the birds chirping
I'm not from Atlanta but I'm in my zone
Was stuck in the trap, you can call it my home
Money keep calling, I pick up the phone
I was serving the ice cream with no cone
Had to Quit the lean, sipping two styrofoam
You know what it is, I'm that dude
Rocking designer, shit, I think it's cool
I hop out the Uber, I'm making a move
And I made this song, just so you can groove
Been on the block, what I got to prove?
Had to calm down, I got something to lose
Had to pick the 'Rari, like I couldn't choose
Bitch, you know-Bitch, you know-Bitch, you know I'm the truth
Too much money, can't walk in my shoes
Run it up, can't worry bout you
You wanna be me 'cause I'm dropping the roof
Told my bitch, "ben look better than you
Fuck twelve, what the fuck is a rule?
Diamonds wet like a motherfucking pool
Icebox when you look at my jewels
Turn the A upside down like a bat
You talkin that shit, I ain't worried 'bout that
Smoking on green like a black cat
Yo' rollie tickin like a hi-hat

Getting this cash, know niggas mad
Workin hard like I was my dad
Take his bitch, man, I feel like my dad
In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad
Getting this cash, know niggas mad
Workin hard like I was my dad
Take his bitch, man, I feel like my dad
In a foreign car, man, I feel like my dad, dad
Take his bitch, man, I feel like my dad, dad
Workin hard like I was my dad