9999 XP by Token Ash Lyrics
[Verse 1: Killnixon]
I'm all about my weed and my money
Any nigga trynna take from it, getting head hunted
Always wavy staying blunted while these lames staying dry, saying nothin'
I guess they quiet storms stuck inside of fuckin' summer
While my style get they bitches wet like tsunamis, in a hummer
I got some grass types that'll stun ya if you stuntin'
I ain't even frontin', this is top shelf, purple make my cup melt
I don't even try to act cool
While her boyfriend was that nigga bitin' styles in high school
Never smoked, now she burn a couple pounds in my room
Waking up like she fucked a typhoon
I'm a tycoon, and my niggas are goons
Fuck with family or the hustles they won't hesitate to shoot
Trill Navy attitude, fuck you, nigga, swag
[Verse 2: Token A$h]
Trill clique with a hit list here to dismiss any whack emcee spittin' with a limp wrist
I attack with a mic hidden in a clenched fist with the swag of a pipe, better know my shit hits
On my crook grind using you as two ply, puff fly as I ride, activate my third eye
Fuck what you heard, I'm dope, it's a crime being on your iPod with the coke in these lines
Back to the grind, flash 'em the steel, get passed what is mine
And I don't need a deal for the fact that you're blind, on that ignorant bitch shit, swindled by business
Stay lifted, fakes peelin' off their face get scraped by Grizzly Grip
Fuckin' with a power level over nine thou-, bow down to the top of the dividend, green straight militant
Clean cut in the cut rollin' doobies up, bad bitch in the back snortin' Cuban dust
Stick Shiftin', I don't think we're movin', bruh, six shots in, better pack your Uzi, bruh
Still movin' up, killed another bowl of ramen, still startin' from the bottom, need another pen to rotten what you pushin', bruh
Keep losin' touch, whack rappers can't fathom me
One whiff of my shit'll get your writtens ripped quick, insanity
Bout it, bout it since Master P, hot enough to strike a match stick twice
Like a creackhead's pipe, ain't nobody passin' me, too high on another fuckin' galaxy
If you mad then you care, rise up if you gotta but you better be prepared for catastrophe
I'm all about my weed and my money
Any nigga trynna take from it, getting head hunted
Always wavy staying blunted while these lames staying dry, saying nothin'
I guess they quiet storms stuck inside of fuckin' summer
While my style get they bitches wet like tsunamis, in a hummer
I got some grass types that'll stun ya if you stuntin'
I ain't even frontin', this is top shelf, purple make my cup melt
I don't even try to act cool
While her boyfriend was that nigga bitin' styles in high school
Never smoked, now she burn a couple pounds in my room
Waking up like she fucked a typhoon
I'm a tycoon, and my niggas are goons
Fuck with family or the hustles they won't hesitate to shoot
Trill Navy attitude, fuck you, nigga, swag
[Verse 2: Token A$h]
Trill clique with a hit list here to dismiss any whack emcee spittin' with a limp wrist
I attack with a mic hidden in a clenched fist with the swag of a pipe, better know my shit hits
On my crook grind using you as two ply, puff fly as I ride, activate my third eye
Fuck what you heard, I'm dope, it's a crime being on your iPod with the coke in these lines
Back to the grind, flash 'em the steel, get passed what is mine
And I don't need a deal for the fact that you're blind, on that ignorant bitch shit, swindled by business
Stay lifted, fakes peelin' off their face get scraped by Grizzly Grip
Fuckin' with a power level over nine thou-, bow down to the top of the dividend, green straight militant
Clean cut in the cut rollin' doobies up, bad bitch in the back snortin' Cuban dust
Stick Shiftin', I don't think we're movin', bruh, six shots in, better pack your Uzi, bruh
Still movin' up, killed another bowl of ramen, still startin' from the bottom, need another pen to rotten what you pushin', bruh
Keep losin' touch, whack rappers can't fathom me
One whiff of my shit'll get your writtens ripped quick, insanity
Bout it, bout it since Master P, hot enough to strike a match stick twice
Like a creackhead's pipe, ain't nobody passin' me, too high on another fuckin' galaxy
If you mad then you care, rise up if you gotta but you better be prepared for catastrophe