SBTV Bars (2015) lyrics

[Intro]
ICB, free 1-8
Free the team
Free the f*cking team B
Yo
Let's go

[Verse]
Hey yo, tag a friend cause Nines is back again
Could've went in the Dragons' Den with my pad and pen
But I've been flying ammo packs, whipping up the mad ting
Sending b*tches kitchens into aspen
I feel like a black James Bond when I'm sitting in the Aston
All I do is fly birds, b*tches are distractions
All them n*ggas hating, still ain't got the mansion
I don't discriminate, I judge a n*gga by his actions
Them man are browsing, me I just cop a pair
Old money, grands sitting down like a rocking chair
I ain't forgetting my roots
Leave that skinny jean sh*t, for them feminine youts
Just copped my guy a ped, now I'm sending him shoots
Had lemon in the panel like celebrity juice
I ain't trying to end up back in the magistrates
When I whip up, I make sure the mag is straight
I used to hustle when it's raining, customers complaining
Now I come through in a Cayman like I'm on my way to training
I ain't no footballer, I control the block
Never slapped my n*gga when I made him hold a box
f*ck a Molly I'll catch a body try and spike me like Louboutins
Know I got it on me, with these diamonds and these Cubans on
Watch when I bump into them cobras
Little n*ggas watch your step, I spent five hundred on these loafers
Thinking I'm a rapper until I run up on your soldiers
Clap it I don't care if it was yungens or the olders
I ain't lipping, I got the .45th
And if my money was clean, me and Jazzy would of made the forbes list
Twenty bricks inside the base
Even if Roley made belts, I still wouldn't have no time to waste
How could I ever put my faith in a girl?
That's like trying to find an angel in hell
Nines, n*gga
[Outro]
Make sure you get my new f*cking mixtape out next month
Video coming out too, shoutout to my n*gga JR
Dunknow innit?