9548886 lyrics

[Verse 1: J. $tash]
Ok, first off 954
Relax Gang, n*gga fall back
In the traphouse with Bukkweat
f*ck them jack boys, cause we all strapped
Spent a couple thousand last week
Hit a small lick, made it all back
Always talking sh*t, cause I don't give a f*ck
f*ck trill n*gga, I been in all black
Ask your ho about me, she love the kid
And these Tumblr b*tches think I'm all that
Only use these hoes for they address
Need to pack a pound, they on that
Got a Spanish ho, got a white b*tch
Got a mixed b*tch, and they hoodrats
Mouth fulla' gold, stick to the code
Everywhere I go, I keep two straps, n*gga
B's up, hoes down
If your b*tch can't swim, then the ho gon' drown
I don't f*ck around, ? spray you down with the 5
Real n*ggas die, 954 Lauderhill Deepside
My n*ggas slide if I say go, green light
Can't run from the sticks cause them hoods just flop n*gga

[Verse 2: Bukkweat Bill]
No child support, baby mama good
My swag good, I drank good
My flow dope, n*gga cook it up
Let it sit and I go hard
Florida n*gga, I'm a nasty n*gga
I f*ck a ho in your backyard
Swipe that pus*y, gas card
Got a fo'-fo', that's eight bars
Get spaced out, go quasar
I hate cops, f*ck the police
I grill your ass, no gold teeth
Relax Gang, Bukkake
Boy, y'all can't stop Weat
I work hard like an athlete
J. $tash, slid the track and I f*ck that beat like a dog and he
I ride with my n*gga, get high with my n*gga
f*ck the same ho, high five my n*gga
Whole clique strapped, don't try my n*gga
Click, clack, bow, bye bye my n*gga
Got a whole lotta' n*ggas outside my n*gga
You can run my n*gga, can't hide my n*gga
Uh, you ain't hard to find my n*gga
I'll be in your crib, surprise my n*gga
Uh, B's up, hoes down
If the money acting funny I'll murk that clown
Yeah n*gga, J. $tash lay you down with the fire
It's 38666, Westside
Dive in that pus*y, head first
But f*ck them hoes, get bread first
I shake my dreads 'til my neck hurt
Relax Gang or get murked, n*gga