SUTPHIN TO THE 9 lyrics

[INTRO]
I move smooth with it
Bet you ain't never f*ck yo b*tch
I bet that Lou hit it
Yeah, I bet that Lou hit it
Even if I ain't do it, they be like you did it

[VERSE]
I seen my b*tch change on me
Now I'm Michael Jordan, I got six rings on me
Movin like a slave, I got six chains on me (Yeh, Yeh)
Flexin on the gram, runnin round with 80 on me
I'm gettin cash money, n*ggas thinkin Baby signed me
And now I roll with Chouie so I'm rockin bigger diamonds
Chouie run with Louie so we got them b*tches on us (Yeh, Yeh)
Call my Philly n*ggas make them put the 6's on
And we had all the static till we put the switches on
Like f*ck that sh*t
Every time you diss me, I'm gon f*ck yo b*tch
I got rule minuscule n*gga that she love this sh*t
She ain't got no morals
She gon prolly let my brother hit

[Chorus]
Louie Baby lit, I f*ck around and make my brother lit
We Sutphin to the 9 ain't no different
They still gunnin sh*t
Try to keep it cool, gas vibes
I don't want that sh*t (No no)
Gotta bad past
b*tch, don't call me by my government
[VERSE]
When I got locked man
I seen all them people change on me
Who am I complainin
With all these rocks and all these rings on me?
How can I maintain when I got murder on my brain homie?
30 in that thing and I got money in the bank for it
n*gga f*ck a case ad
Them n*ggas put them things on us
Runnin from the tricks ad
Them n*ggas switchin states on us
How cannot be fake
How did the [?] stay full
How cannot betray anything I put in plane for (Grrr)
n*ggas hardly kill
I put them pus*ys on a plate four
n*ggas said I ate man
Who you pus*y n*ggas playin for
b*tches know they can't
That's why these pus*y n*ggas hatin for her
She know I'm the man
This why them dirty b*tch be stayin f*cked
In the faith which you motherf*ckas waitin for
We got that thing to make your motherf*ckin brain sore
How'd you pop the bag and put these motherf*ckin chains on
How'd you change the game
And put the motherf*ckin gang on (Let's go)
(Instrumental)
[Chorus]
Louie Baby lit, I f*ck around and make my brother lit
We Sutphin to the 9 ain't no different
They still gunnin sh*t
Try to keep it cool, gas vibes
I don't want that sh*t
Gotta bad past
b*tch, don't call me by my government (b*tch)