[Intro]

(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?)

(Ayy, Nine9 made it)

Nine9 really kickin' shit, I swear to God

Swear to God, Nine9

Nine9

[Chorus]

R.I.P. Fredo Santana

Clip long like a banana

My ho love Dolce & Gabbana

Slimey green bandana (Yeah)

Why is you so toxic? Dirty Diana

My cousin bang red, yeah, he stay in Alabama

Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (Uh)

Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah)

Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (Yeah)

I'm on your TV and you can't change the channel (Uh)

[Verse]

Huh, shoot this bitch like Rambo (Uh)

I can't run out of ammo (No, no)

I got funds, I got bankroll (I got bankroll)

And that bitch gon' make the jump if I say so (If I say so)

You look better in the picture, grab your Kodak

I'll always got you on my mind and you know that

And my ho, she so bad, she a brat

Po-pop out wit' my slimе, he say, "Slatt" (Yeah)

You can't play me likе no goofy, this ain't that (Yeah)

Diamonds talkin', yeah, they chat (Chat, chat)

Pockets on Madea, yeah, they fat (Fat, fat)

Always had my headphones on in class

Twenty-two on Apple Music, I was just last

[Chorus]

R.I.P. Fredo Santana

Clip long like a banana

My ho love Dolce & Gabbana

Slimey green bandana (Yeah)

Why is you so toxic? Dirty Diana

My cousin bang red, yeah, he stay in Alabama

Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (Uh)

Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah)

Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (Yeah)

I'm on your TV and you can't change the channel (Uh)

Hey mom, look at the racks I ran up (Uh)

Feel like LeBron, I'm finna dunk this bitch on camera (Yeah)

Wrap my Backwood like a present, I ain't Santa (Uh)

I'm on your TV and you can't change the channel

I-I'm on your TV and you can't change the channel (Yeah)