BallOutNik - Numba 9

Hit da Bac Nd met Bac up Lil Bronem Seen, Say Dea he go. Free my Niggas Down da Road.

4 Ties Bitch but ian lyin But Fmb dat be da Bros. Feel like Whole world Against Me, Dats why i ride wit Extensions, Equipping Err Glock wit switches,
Oh Dey Say Ballout Do da Killings.

Whatchu tryna Do? We Tote Fully 9s, Bitch Ian hidin. 2 4 posted in trenches. Jus Popped bout 5 Perky Pills. What time it is? It's time to drill.
Threw Bac A, X get in my Feels. All dis Pain Im tryna Heal. So much shit up on my Mind. When I see Red, I'm tryna Kill.

Bitch i been fiening for a body, I feel it itching Through my veins. Say God forgive me all my sins, Pop a Perc to ease da pain.

Oh Wea at dats? Im in da city, Wit dis Fully Drake, First nigga Pop out da Cut. Lets do it Fuc it Test yo Luck. Let Bullets Sang, Deyll split yo Brain. Stay ridin Dirty, Im switchin Lanes.


Slidin, Bussin All dese Plays.
I served yo Hoe da Otha Day, Fuck round, gave dat hoe sum Shake.

All Yall niggas Capped Out, Be Flaggin like a Referee.
Murda Locked inside da box, dat shit dea, its for First Degree.
Steppin in da trenches wit dis Fully, Fuck A .43
Im Lettin Russians Sang About dat Last nigga dat played wit me.

Pop A Perc it ease da Pain. Lil foenem Hit a Stupid Stain. U play U Lay, Den dats yo Ass, Dis Glock Been feining for a Brain. Ina Beamer, Switchin Lanes. 5 Percent Cant see a Thing.
Mob Ties, Ill Leave u Stank.
Back den, Eye ball A Zip. My cracka Feinin for a Lick.
Exotic Chops Wit Russian Clips.
I kno dis shit Hea got Em Sick.

Dey say da whole city Slidin, dat why i ride wit a 9. Dey call Me Ballout Numba 9. Bitch Ian Scary Bitch Ian Hidin.

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