Video Letter To The System de 9lokknine 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

9lokknine - Letter To The System Lyrics

Collect call from lil Mook he givin 30 to the system
Tip my hat to Ski and JoeFat, they keep their head higher than a nigga
You could believe it or not, I do this shit for all my niggas
Sometimes them boys gone plot, and I'm crashing on that mission
Them crackers never have no evidence, niggas just snitchin'
It's kill or be killed about my niggas, I get sentenced
Fuck a period, I leave that nigga leakin, Glokk9 a menace
I punch yo' two front teeth out, talkin' rearrange yo denist
Difference between me and Dennis The Menace, I ain't gon fix you when I'm finished
Pop an addy, drink a red-bull and I get in my feelings
The hood dead, the christian looters been drippin blood all on the semi's
Playing tough, you gotta spread, you want that bread that's yo enemy
AFNF, this shit run deep, you get a chain then you family
Like I'm tryna mail em out the way my young niggas stampin
Ay, lil OD saw a way out, you gotta cope with your surroundings
Slide, I be hittin' with that Glock slide, two pumps, and I'm diving
I be hittin' with that Glock slide, two nine, I'm divin
I'm a cool ass lil youngin' but don't make me get violent
Like that motha' fuckin color purple, you know I'm out my body
I'm just rollin' off that adderall, it's all on my noggin
They like, "Jit how you gon do this shit and how you be poppin?"
You know all my youngins' flight risk, and all them be robbin
Yea, mask up tonight jit, I could get it poppin'
When my nigga feel himself, I swear he gon' be the hottest
These niggas know just how we bummin, how we motha fuckin bummin
These niggas know it ain't no love, just like I'm choppa keep comin'
These niggas know it ain't no love, I let that chopper keep drummin'
Hundred rounds out the AR, this bitch'll fill up your tummy
You think that she ain't ate nothin' for dinner, we gon eat you like almonds
You think that she ain't ate nothin' for dinner we gon' make momma vomit
We gon' make her get in that black dress and cry to her stomach
You was talkin' out yo neck, why I be wantin' no woman
This shit all for my respect, ain't shit to do with no woman
My circle smaller than a lifesaver but we ain't savin' nothin'
You tryna' pass me another blunt but I'm already high as heat
Hold on, wait, I grab the ski and I grab the ski
These niggas talkin' out they neck, they black and white, referee
I got some shooter posted front-line right now as we speak
I want a house with straight landmines, little bitch, watch your feet
I got a 50 on a '40 but what I'm movin' discreet
He put 30 on a '9 and 17 what we got
A nigga talkin' out his neck I bet he need a green dot
I got a red beam on the AR pistol, you think its safe round here
Nigga don't wanna go round no killers
I got Lil OD with me and he gone bring that hoe outta nigga
I see you bought a pistol but you ain't never blow at a nigga
My baby momma trippin' all these hoes at a show for a nigga
Chauffeur a nigga, won't never depend on you, to blow for a nigga
Hot wheel, I don't want that bitch to jam up so I got the Glock with me
We be surfin' hot wheels, and we got some hot semis
Mind Of Destruction, it's destruction, you destructed nine
Damn 1D, my nigga, you had to drop a dime
Damn Jalayah look just like me man I won't ever say she ain't mine
Tell your stubborn ass momma that I love her 'till the end of time
And even if the lights off I'm still gon find a way to shine
Long as I got you, my betty boo, you forever mine
I know I be trippin', but you be trippin', bae just stop that cryin'
I think I'm gon' get cancer, I'm facing backwoods, chasin' highs
Rapper shit, got me putting commissary on my niggas books
If I ever got locked up, would you do the same and handle up?
My nigga said he wouldn't and that's a shame cause I had faith in bruh
I'm lighting candles trying to ease the pain cause I just like the scent
Ain't talking scoliosis, I got your back, and that's forever kid
Free my nigga, he on the stool, and he just writin' us
Free my nigga I'll send a kite to you forever
I love you