Itl Marco - 9 LIVES Lyrics

Uh, yeah, I'm with my dawgs, gettin' breeshie
Yeah, my main bitch callin' on my phone
Said she need me
Bitch, I'm gettin' money
We could link up next weekend
She started screamin'
I hung up, girl, you tweakin'
I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin'
I took them boys on the chase, my whip illegal
Yeah, make um eat my dust
Wild West, 11.59
Got it in my scope, see it with my eyes
T-Time on some truckin' shit,
You post that cash, it's counterfeit
Every day we stackin' it, I mix the dirty with legit
Hit the plug up for a bag,
He said that he shippin' it
And my diamonds blingin'
You could see that shit through the tints
Watch um tryin' parody
She don't f*ck with scrubs, I call her TLC
She got good dome, I call her Tel Aviv
Chain up on my neck, it's weighin' heavily
Got your bitch lickin' on my tat
She gon' throw it back, make that shit clap
Uh, yeah, I'm with my dawgs, gettin' breeshie
Yeah, my main bitch callin' on my phone
Said she need me
Bitch, I'm gettin' money
We could link up next weekend
She started screamin'
I hung up, girl, you tweakin'
I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin'
I took them boys on the chase, my whip illegal
Yeah, make um eat my dust
Wild West, 11.59
Got it in my scope, see it with my eyes
Why you talkin' loosely, please don't push me
Think you got nine lives, you a pussy
I got knives from Japan
They could cut you just by lookin
Yeah, my dawg said he want it
So I went and f*ckin' took it
Yeah, I think they saw us comin'
Hit the gas and they booked it
Bad bitch from London
Got her ass from tea and crumpets
With the plug, I'm plugged in,
Got that gas if you want it
If I want that whip, I'm callin' GTA
Break the glass, beat his ass
Just like this shit, MMA
Uh, yeah, I'm with my dawgs, gettin' breeshie
Yeah, my main bitch callin' on my phone
Said she need me
Bitch, I'm gettin' money
We could link up next weekend
She started screamin'
I hung up, girl, you tweakin'
I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin'
I took them boys on the chase, my whip illegal
Yeah, make um eat my dust
Wild West, 11.59
Got it in my scope, see it with my eyes
Three amigos, Chevy Chase, throwin' up a blue face
She droppin' that bikini bottom
Tryna throw it in my face
Lotta empty bottles when I wake up on the top floor
Said that she a model
I still got that bitch stirrin' sauce
See that red bottom, when it hit
I think it broke his jaw
Every day we lit
There ain't no way that we could turn it off
How you say you poppin'?
I ain't never f*ckin' heard of ya
I get that ass shakin'
When they play me, they gon' turn it up
Uh, yeah, I'm with my dawgs, gettin' breeshie
Yeah, my main bitch callin' on my phone
Said she need me
Bitch, I'm gettin' money
We could link up next weekend
She started screamin'
I hung up, girl, you tweakin'
I lit the blunt in front of Jake, they start policin'
I took them boys on the chase, my whip illegal
Yeah, make um eat my dust
Wild West, 11.59
Got it in my scope, see it with my eyes