V9 - Leather Seats Lyrics

1983 Stang, with the leather seats She left that nigga all for V.IX, guess I got him beat
I got my momma upstairs, so just be discreet
Got a feeling in my gut like I been sippin' lean
I can let you be on aux while I roll the weed
Broski got some hollow tips so you can't stop the bleed
24 karat gold, I put that on my teeth Bitch, I got a bag to make, so try and keep it brief
Said she want a pretty boy, she's sayin f*ck the thugs
Only want me when it's hot, I call that summer love
Niggas switch up every day, so I don't ever trust them
Bitches change up every day, so I don't ever love them
I keep a hoodie on my head like I was undercover
I ran a rack up in a week and then I got another
Niggas know that I'm a dog, just like Brandy cousin
When they catch him, put him down so he don't have to suffer
I wear crockies with my chain, I try to keep it light
I don't wanna be a opp, I want y'all all to die
I'm tryna retire from the game when I'm like 35
Hop up out that V when you go spin so that he don't survive
Real shit, niggas think I'm mad when I stop makin' jokes
Told her to put her phone down when she with me cause she made a post
Coulda got the look from out his bitch but he ain't even know
Niggas always talk about throwin' shots but they don't ever blow
Woadie said I need some help cause I got tendencies
PPD and IRS my only enemies
Woadie said I need some help cause I got tendencies
PPD and IRS my only enemies
They be thinkin' that it's sweet just cause I went to school
I'm tryna hear that tough talk when niggas up the tool
I slide from your bay right to the district like I'm Jordan Poole
Never cross ya homies for a ho, that's the golden rule