9th Street
Uh, uh

Unc' went to prison, left us in the trenches
I turned to a lieutenant, I'm first command
I was locked up, they ain't shoot me a buck
When a opp said, "It's up," I was first to spin
Said this my pussy when I was in booking
She throwin' that pussy like first to ten
Fuck the police, off the top, I'ma flee
This a SRT that I'm swervin' in (skrrt)
Juggin' in back of them 'partments
Them niggas be robbin' shit up in the front
Uncle a smoker, but he still a solider
He break down the Glock, put the heart in the blunt (ah)
I'ma scoot up on your car, I'ma dump (bah-bah)
Don't fuck with these niggas, like my father was Trump
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin' juggs in my slums

How the fuck he signed a record deal he still be robbin' niggas?
Everywhere lil hotboy go, you know I got that carbon with me (bah-bah, bah)
Jumped up off the porch, I ain't have no OG or no father figure (ain't have a father)
I been sippin' raw, sippin' raw lemonade (screwed)
Back door Joe, slime ball renegade (a fool)
If a nigga say I crossed him out, he tried to cross me (cross me)
I was sellin' dope in front the store in a tall tee
They say they gon' off me, but I be where they all be
Where they all at? Where they all at? (Man, I don't know, man)
Uh, let a motherfuckin' dog preach (say man)
Huh, let a motherfuckin' dog preach (fuck)
For real

Unc' went to prison, left us in the trenches
I turned to a lieutenant, I'm first command
I was locked up, they ain't shoot me a buck
When a opp said, "It's up," I was first to spin
Said this my pussy when I was in booking
She throwin' that pussy like first to ten
Fuck the police, off the top, I'ma flee
This a SRT that I'm swervin' in (skrrt-skrrt)
Juggin' in back of them 'partments
Them niggas be robbin' shit up in the front
Uncle a smoker, but he still a solider
He break down the Glock, put the heart in the blunt (ah)
I'ma scoot up on your car, I'ma dump (bah-bah)
Don't fuck with these niggas, like my father was Trump
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin' juggs in my slums (finesse, two of 'em) (9th Street)

Left the hood store and dropped four ounces in a jungle juice (four)
If I see you out and I don't speak, then I don't fuck with you (nope)
Switches on my glee, for all the silent beef (brrt)
He ain't mob tied, if that nigga ain't got ties with me (made man)
Kickin' P with West, we in the trenches, tryna knock a ho (knock a ho)
Forty-five a pound, he wanted ten, I charged him forty-four (forty-four)
Don't give a fuck, braggin' 'bout your hitter, heard they hit him up (they hit him up)
Quit playin' tough, we know that shit cap, so we don't give a fuck (give a fuck)
'Cause you sent the hit, don't mean you gangster, let me clear the air (clear the air)
If I wanna hear a rapper cap, I'll be a engineer (engineer)
Cut it off, two hundred pounds of 'Za, I served 'em in the low (the low)
I'm in the H, they love me from the fifth, all the way to the north (the north)

Unc' went to prison, left us in the trenches
I turned to a lieutenant, I'm first command
I was locked up, they ain't shoot me a buck
When a opp said, "It's up," I was first to spin
Said this my pussy when I was in booking
She throwin' that pussy like first to ten
Fuck the police, off the top, I'ma flee
This a SRT that I'm swervin' in (skrrt-skrrt)
Juggin' in back of them 'partments
Them niggas be robbin' shit up in the front
Uncle a smoker, but he still a solider
He break down the Glock, put the heart in the blunt (ah)
I'ma scoot up on your car, I'ma dump (bah-bah)
Don't fuck with these niggas, like my father was Trump
The bigger the opp, then the bigger my gun
Still in the hood catchin' juggs in my slums (9th Street)

I been sippin' raw, sippin' raw lemonade (screwed)
Back door Joe, slime ball renegade
Haha, bitch ass nigga
That shit took

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Writer(s): Christopher Caleb McKibbins, Julius Rivera III, Ricky Hampton, Timothy Bradley McKibbins, Wesley Lewis