Finer sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' sh*t, you heard?
Nine9 made it

[Verse]
Kickin' sh*t
Spin some whips
Brand new cash b*tch, foreign ho's, yea
Let the doors up
Aventador truck
I got hella ho's, yea
YSL clothes, yea
Bank never closed
Pulled up in a new truck
I was juggin' bowls
Prolly' ran off on yo' plug, yeah, Lord knows
Helmut Lang pants don't got no pockets
Yeah, b*tch I got that rocket
Broke boys, huh, stop it, yuh
I don't lay up, I get paid
Know slime gon' save the day
I got Celine on my shades
You know me, I'm duckin' fades
'Cause I let the choppa heat up
Push up, you get eat up
Push up, you get eat up
Celine hoodie, I ain't pay for sh*t
Holler at us, hol' up, who you playing with?
I still kick sh*t with lil' P
Brand new ho's that wanna meet
Tell 'em bring 'em back to me
Hope my slime don't cross me
b*tch, I'm front row, tossin', I'm tossin' nonsense
And it- it got me real nauseous, yea I'm conscious
I keep tellin' them, "what time it is?", they like, "who signing this?"
I got bands for the finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t
Finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t
Finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t
Finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t
Finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t
Finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t
Finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t
Finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t
Finer sh*t, yea the finer sh*t