Grip my 9 (Sped Up)

Rock and roll theses drugs creeping through my spine

Roll that dollar up I'm bout a hit a line

Rock and roll these drugs are creeping through my spine

Roll that dollar up I'm bout a hit a line

She finna get down on her knees like I'm divine

I guess I am bitch I grip my fucking nine

You hear a pop a shock went down your spine

Ante up bitch I don't miss a dime

Run it up bitch cause time is passing

I don't like to wait

Bitch I've been already dead

So I don't care about your fate

Squirm like maggots round my flesh

Eat through all of my decay

I'll make you float bitch

Death is sweet just meet me by the lake

Bitch I know your moves too fast

For your pistol poppin

Step too close kiss the pavement

Ho your jaw be locking

Never met a dollar that I didn't like a profit

Never trust these men I burn the church and

Kill these prophets