Pull up to your party with an M9
Bitch I get to sparkin' in this place, pussy you get fried
All the homies jumpin' out the cars, they rockin carbines
Then we finna let it rip, these bullets bite like canines
Stop it, I'm out of options
All of the ops tryna make me mad so my choppa popping
Better back the fuck up before I blast, better count your losses
All these incendiary bullets, they be shootin' toxic, don't plan on stopping
Honestly, working towards the profiting
When I make my first fuckin' band I'm gon' deposit it
Then I get back right inside the booth, please do not bother me
Said you got the sauce, but I'm thinkin' that you lost in it, constantly
Said I couldn't pull up pussy, I'm thinkin' I can, huh
Niggas talkin' hella fuckin' shit, oh you a fan, huh
Movin' really quiet, never speakin', that's the plan, yeah
Now that nigga going ghost when I pulled up in a sedan, huh
I'm in the winter cold being hunted down, I feel like Levi
Touchdown, while I'm on the field, I ball like Eli
Knocked out, pussy boy kept talkin', he need revive
Fuck around, and my choppa do math it's gon' divide
Choppa make that nigga do the running man
Said he want static, so I'm motherfuckin' dumpin' him
If there is a mosh pit, then you'll catch me jumpin' in
ODM gear on me, so I'm motherfuckin' cuttin' him
Pull up to your party with an M9
Bitch I get to sparkin' in this place, pussy you get fried
All the homies jumpin' out the cars, they rockin carbines
Then we finna let it rip, these bullets bite like canines
Pull up to your party with an M9
Bitch I get to sparkin' in this place, pussy you get fried
All the homies jumpin' out the cars, they rockin carbines
Then we finna let it rip, these bullets bite like canines