No. 9 - TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

You got a new nigga but that's fine hoe
Ima slap em out with the 'fie though
You already know that you mine though
He probably gone leave yo ass for a side hoe
Man I got a hunnit freaks like a side show
Only difference between me, you know what god know
Oh you needed reassurance, hit up Geico
Thirty racks in this bag that's a side note
Heard yo nigga wearing CZ's
Diamonds got my fingers look like ET's
Now you know that boring like his EP
Shortie 'bout to spin the block like this on repeat
Steppin' on that gas
Sin and die, love you like the past
Bitch I damn near love you like these racks
Fendi on see me on the Ave
I could probably break you off, your funny ass
Quick to swipe a bitch this like BLK
Why you on my line, where your man's
You gone catch feelings where your mask
But that's none of my concern
But that's none of my concern,
Yeah
Baby on a 3 peat
Shortie back it up just like beep beep
She gone buss it down just like "yeet yeet"
Bitch fuck what you want 'cause you need me
Blow seventy-five racks like the D league
I know thing for certain he can't be me
You got a new nigga but that's fine hoe
Ima slap em out with the 'fie though
You already know that you mine though
He probably gone leave yo ass for a side hoe
Man I got a hunnit freaks like a side show
Only difference between me, you know what god know
Oh you needed reassurance, hit up Geico
Thirty racks in this bag that's a side note


Written by:
Deandre Forté

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