Текст песни 900 Degrees - Osiris Wolf

Dropped out, got Juvenile money
Keep it ninty nine? Nigga nah, keep the style from me
Ain't no nine lives when he lied
Seen a Jag coming with a crash dummy
You moving to last
Hold up, I'm back on yo ass, money

Had to tell her run it back and throw that ass for me
In that shit like running back then do the dash on it
She do strings, ain't none attached, I can't relapse on it
Got me bleeding from the back but I'll be back on it
I ain't speaking on her head, her nigga brag on it
I ain't speaking on the dead, just keep the tag on it
A C230 to Cullinan
Running from a nigga just like the niggas you running with, I'm mortified
I keep all my niggas fed, that's on Warren Drive
Nigga fold on what he said like he can't go to God
Know my niggas on the edge bang the one and five
Ten to two, I hit the switch and make it one to five
It get lonely in the head, I keep one inside
Oh he talking to the feds? Heard he wanna die
Send him off to the motherland
Shake with the right cause ain't no talking with the other hand
Fucc the law, I'm bobbing and weaving, swiping the visa
Only fuck the baddest Trina, her body Godiva
If she can't fuck with the tone, I drop and delete her
The semi Poppin his bones like dropping the needle
Soufside never slide the throne
These niggas Judas with the lies they be siding on
I be true and living, you True Religion, not who to fuck with me
Plenty niggas made your decision, darling keep up with me

Dropped out, got Juvenile money
Keep it 99? Nigga nah, keep the style from me
Ain't no nine lives when he lied
Seen a Jag coming with a crash dummy
You moving to last
Hold up, I'm back on yo ass, money