[Intro]

Yo, Nina

Yo, my guy

I need a little pack, man, I need somethin'

Bro, ain't you heard "Tapped Out"? I don't trap no more

Ah, bro, stop all this rappin' shit, of course I heard "Tapped Out," bro, but it's money, bro, tap in

Bro, last time I did that, I went jail

Ah, I promise you, that's not gonna happen, bro

Listen, I'll text everyone, I've even asked Nort West Ebro, I said, "Who should I shout?" Guess who he said

What? Who he say?

Nina, bubu

Bro, man's out, bro, allow me, man

Uh

[Verse]

Came out of jail like, "I'm over trappin'"

I got customers tellin' me, "I know you're cappin'"

'Bout to drop my last album, I'm gettin' old for rappin'

I was just sixteen, I don't know what happened

I spit bars 'cause I love it

That's why I just cracked on when Warner cut my marketin' budget, uh

Like I can't go on Insta' Live, count a mill'

I'll pay for it myself, fuck them, I'm suitin' out my deal

I couldn't wait for the day

My album came out, now they chase me to stay

But in the grand scheme, I ain't changed the plan

They're sleepin' on my dream, fuck these labels, man

If you ain't OTF, don't tell me that you love me

I got bookings, but probation won't let me out the country

Turnin' down these checks, can't lie, fam', it's pricey

Plus I got all these necks tryna entice me

I can't roll with the muscle team

Always got it 'fore I let these pussies let my mother scream (Fuck you mean?)

Think I won't air it out, now I'm bait

Copped some new guns, I can shoot for a hour straight (Hour straight)

It's that Nina with the nina shit

Smokin' weed the same colour as the Fiorentina kit

Can't wait 'til my bro Jazzy's free

All this money make these hoes wanna marry me

Niggas mad, I thought they'd be happy when I blow

Used to line twenty niggas up, slap them in a row

They wouldn't bat an eyelid if the the opps murdered me

And I swear to Zino, nigga, Crop Circle 3, it's Nines