9th Grade

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.40 with an extendo on my hip mane
Talking to two bitches that cutting their own wrist veins
Made two mixtapes with my boy Vain
He's still in school, he's in 9th grade
People like to judge cause young age
But it don't take a man to make your blood spray
Fuck a barber, I'ma give a fade
These bitches like MP3's, they getting played
Talking big online but IRL they're so afraid
Niggas acting tough but I know that they ain't
Guns getting passed around like some skanks
I know this some loud cause I know this shit stank
.40 on my hip and it make this bitch skate
Skate around thе block, make these niggas sing likе Drake
I know he scared, I can see it in his face
He ain't ready to die but it's too damn late
Your girl post your addy now she's at your damn wake
Nigga went to sleep and he ain't gonna wake
Popped that boy just like a drug
Bullets poured in that fool just like a mug
Clinging to me but I don't need your love
Don't got a car so bitch pull up
.40 with an extendo on my hip mane
Talking to two bitches that be cutting their own wrist veins
Made two mixtapes with my boy Vain
He still in school, he in 9th grade