Number 9 lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, Number nine jeans hold my sh*t
Fur coat Fendi fab-a-ric
Pick the Percs up, baby, then I dip
We got Percs, lean, Addy', take yo' pick
I got drank, lil baby, take a sip
We gon' hit that n*gga up cause we can't chill
Fake ass Moncler and Rick
We got free smoke, baby, what's the deal?
And these racks they stand so tall
You got guns, lil n*gga, show us
I can tell you ain't got no aim bro
If you want sum' smoke, just send your location

[Verse]
Smokin' gas pack, I walk up in Neiman
He a lil' small, that sh*t look easy
That n*gga cannot kick it
Can't f*ck with y'all for a minute, these lil' b*tches are finished
They ask me, "Can I kick it" they tryna get these lips
I'm just running to the riches
He not talking 'bout business, he wanna talk 'bout b*tches, but I ain't really with it
For them f*ckin' bucks, n*gga, I be itchin'
I know n*gga ain't got none, but we send b*tches to go kill you
We gon— banana peel you
If we talkin' them figures
Number nine my denim
These them pretty pictures
We gon' give that boy a haircut, that n*gga so fried
G-two-three, it tell you, "Bye bye"
She'll suck my di*k cause I'm so fly
Red bottoms when I hit the boulevard
V12, vroom vroom, in the car
Let's jump, let's go very far
Navy Seal, baby, I keep a couple arms
Where I'm at? With your mom
Yeah, throw back, gotta get it where it started
Yeah, laughing to the bank, hahaha, haha
[Chorus]
Number nine jeans hold my sh*t
Fur coat Fendi fab-a-ric
Pick the Percs up, baby ,then I dip
We got Percs, lean, Addy' take yo' picks
I got drank, lil' baby, take a sip
We gon' hit that n*gga up cause we can't chill
Fake ass Moncler and Rick
We got free smoke, baby, what's the deal
And these racks they stand so tall
You got guns, lil' n*gga, show us
I can tell you ain't got no aim bro
If you want sum' smoke, just send your location