fh - NINE TO FOUR [Official Audio]

(I just like the sound of it)

Buzzer beater on the court, shit be POSTGAME

She never put me first, so I went for last name

She be gone, got that game up, feelin' no pain

Them thoughts run up fast, joggin' down to that train

My shit be silver, name on my plate on a chain (Yeah, woah)

Shawty love me like a PlayStation — I'm no game (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

New rims on the whip, that's the shit I be crave (Woah, woah, woah)

He hide the shit he done, he don't know he got a case

(Woah)

No DSPs, this shit got no lease

No wish on your sweet sixteen (Ah)

Got 'em bags, three for three

Been doin' that shit for free

My roster never increased

Brick by brick, call your phone up

Beat yo parents, stay mental — they gon' say some

Spinnin' in that rental, you be doin' that shit for fun

Bullet through no head, 'cause yo ass got a rep gun

(Oh, yeah)

Holdin' the racks, I count 'em (Yeah)

We be climbin' that mountain (Woah)

Heights wide box, set a crowd on

I can stay on top now

My name you really forget (Oh)

New era, no regrets

Fly to Paris with baguettes (Oh)

Money up, don't chase a check

Prop Cash, you be fake, the stash (Stash)

My beamer got a 220 dash (Dash)

No license, but I never got a crash (Crash)

She said I'm too fast, my foot on no gas

(On no gas, yeah)

Leave my foot up on the gas, and I just let it go (On the gas, let it go)

She don't like the way I pop my shit and let you know (Yeah, yeah, let you know)

Every day a brand new fit, they tryna bite the flow (Yeah, yeah, bite the flow)

I'm so good, I'm counting racks, yeah, I might go pro (Yeah, yeah, might go pro)

Yeah, presidential Rolly, bitch, I'm feeling like a leader (Presidential, brr)

Up the stick up on your dawg, somebody call PETA

Hit that shot last second — yeah, I call that buzzer beater (Hit it, buzzer beater)

Yeah, that bitch ain't mine, but tonight I might just need her (Yeah)