9 smackers part 2 by Buffoon Lyrics

[Intro: Buffoon & Lil Bair]
Yuh, B-Inc. gang, dumb fuck
Fuck is up, pussy?
Fo'd up in this bitch (Woo)
What's up? What's up?

[Hook]
Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine

[Verse 1: Buffoon]
Nine of 'em, I got me nine of 'em
He went 0-2 and now there ain't no sign of 'em
Beat 'em up bloody and that's how they findin' 'em
Baggie got colors, I got me all kinds of 'em
D3 got double down, I might just fuck it up
Top 3, ain't stopping now, Gordo been stackin' up damage
Go can it, I duck you with bracket luck
0-2, can't stand it, a homie done had enough
Switchin' up, I lost my round one
Big Buffy on AUX and they sound up
Been stackin' this paper like Bair
Got nine of these smackies, I count 'em
[Verse 2: defoehammer]
I’m DeFoE, reppin' Chrom in my sets
Hit that dude in his chest, I'ma leave him on the flo'
On a roll, I be callin' these shots on the spot
Hit 'em hard, he can feel it in his soul
Up 2-0, I'ma put 'em in his place
He ain’t even got a chance, man, you already know
Like a pro, I'ma close this shit out
Think you know 'bout me, but it’s time to let go
Not done though, I’m coming with that heat flow
Foe on the track, boy, you know that shit's a combo
Keep it going, I’ma keep this shit spittin'
You gon' keep on losin', I'ma keep on winnin'
I don’t roll with snitches, you ain’t got no bitches
But that shit's really none of my business
Call me a masher, I don’t give a fuck
I be on the up and up 'cause I won nine smackers

[Verse 3: JoLLy]
I got nine
I been runnin' through the six with my slime
If you ain’t with the shits, don’t waste my time
Keep a stick if you steppin' out of line
Sling a brick, it might make me more than nine
My niggas with it, they never kiddin'
We pullin' up back-to-back
Count up the benjies, got more than nine
We countin' up extra racks
Moving that weight, if we got a problem
I’m calling up all the slatts
Don't call the opps, you’ll lose your tail, 'cause pussy nigga, you a rat
I might toss you over my shoulder like I'm takin' out the trash
Nine smacks on me, not typically, 'cause I don’t carry cash
I secure the bag, subtract you lames, and then I do the dash
Stuff my winnings in my pockets then I make you run your stash
[Verse 4: Lil Bair]
Got nine extra in my wallet, huh
Want it, now I got it, huh
I'ma keep on goin', keep it zooted like a comet, huh
Green all on my body, bitch, I'm lookin' like the giant, huh
Knock you out with onomatopoeias, this a comic, huh
Scramblin' for next moves, I got you askin' what this is, oh
Yeah, I know the truth hurts, bitch, I'm caked up like I'm Lizzo
This shit 1-on-1, I give a fuck 'bout all yo friends, oh
If it's more than ten, there ain't no way I'll make that deal, oh

[Verse 5: LeanMD]
Lean drippin' slow, fo'
Purple pourin' out your hoe
I’m sipping on some dro, oh
Fiat sitting on 30’s, 20 deep, yeah, you heard me
Got yo girl sucking dick, I know you layin' home hurtin'
My verse short like my stacks, bitch, I'm still smokin' crack
Myth's sister heard my verse and now she bent at the back
Sippin' lean, need a break, smokin' on gas to the face, Dexter

[Hook]
Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine

[Outro: JoLLy & Lil Bair]
The fuck? Bitch
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Talk to these niggas
We had to let 'em know, we got nine, we got nine in our pocket, bro
Nine whole ones
How much you got? Not shit, pussy