Intro lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, Nina
Yo, my guy
I need a little pack, man, I need somethin'
Bro, ain't you heard "Tapped Out"? I don't trap no more
Ah, bro, stop all this rappin' sh*t, of course I heard "Tapped Out," bro, but it's money, bro, tap in
Bro, last time I did that, I went jail
Ah, I promise you, that's not gonna happen, bro
Listen, I'll text everyone, I've even asked Nort West Ebro, I said, "Who should I shout?" Guess who he said
What? Who he say?
Nina, bubu
Bro, man's out, bro, allow me, man
Uh

[Verse]
Came out of jail like, "I'm over trappin'"
I got customers tellin' me, "I know you're cappin'"
'Bout to drop my last album, I'm gettin' old for rappin'
I was just sixteen, I don't know what happened
I spit bars 'cause I love it
That's why I just cracked on when Warner cut my marketin' budget, uh
Like I can't go on Insta' Live, count a mill'
I'll pay for it myself, f*ck them, I'm suitin' out my deal
I couldn't wait for the day
My album came out, now they chase me to stay
But in the grand scheme, I ain't changed the plan
They're sleepin' on my dream, f*ck these labels, man
If you ain't OTF, don't tell me that you love me
I got bookings, but probation won't let me out the country
Turnin' down these checks, can't lie, fam', it's pricey
Plus I got all these necks tryna entice me
I can't roll with the muscle team
Always got it 'fore I let these pussies let my mother scream (f*ck you mean?)
Think I won't air it out, now I'm bait
Copped some new guns, I can shoot for a hour straight (Hour straight)
It's that Nina with the nina sh*t
Smokin' weed the same colour as the Fiorentina kit
Can't wait 'til my bro Jazzy's free
All this money make these hoes wanna marry me
n*ggas mad, I thought they'd be happy when I blow
Used to line twenty n*ggas up, slap them in a row
They wouldn't bat an eyelid if the the opps murdered me
And I swear to Zino, n*gga, Crop Circle 3, it's Nines