9 Boys, uh 9 Boys BIG SLS
Bro got the glock filled up with Julius Randle
Hit em in his back, that shit burn like roman candlesYes I spent a bag on a satchel, talking out ya ass the steppa gon′ get right at you
12 Dot gon pop up out the cut and he gon smack you
Nigga tried to run we got beams on these glocks, dumb nigga we gon catch you
Now you in the air with your brodie, Mod rolling gas another opp in the doodie
We got baldheads and they look like Ginobili
We got 24 up in this glock like Kobe
Now she wanna fuck, but she use to laugh at me
We caught 'em on his block, but he ain′t fast on his feet
Brodie gon up it he gon blast at his tee
Now his shit red like he be with Young M.a.
I be I can get this bitch to fuck off Chick-fil-a
He was talking on the net caught 'em in person he ain't talking now
Brodie play football try to run and he gon hawk you down
Hit em in his spine and his legs now he ain′t walking
Now that pussy crippled he need help, he need a crawler
He lucky we ain′t take to the Schuylkill in the water (Throw 'em in the water)
Yea 9 Boys
