9 Boys, uh 9 Boys BIG SLS

Bro got the glock filled up with Julius Randle

Hit em in his back, that shit burn like roman candlesYes I spent a bag on a satchel, talking out ya ass the steppa gon′ get right at you

12 Dot gon pop up out the cut and he gon smack you

Nigga tried to run we got beams on these glocks, dumb nigga we gon catch you

Now you in the air with your brodie, Mod rolling gas another opp in the doodie

We got baldheads and they look like Ginobili

We got 24 up in this glock like Kobe

Now she wanna fuck, but she use to laugh at me

We caught 'em on his block, but he ain′t fast on his feet

Brodie gon up it he gon blast at his tee

Now his shit red like he be with Young M.a.

I be I can get this bitch to fuck off Chick-fil-a

He was talking on the net caught 'em in person he ain't talking now

Brodie play football try to run and he gon hawk you down

Hit em in his spine and his legs now he ain′t walking

Now that pussy crippled he need help, he need a crawler

He lucky we ain′t take to the Schuylkill in the water (Throw 'em in the water)

Yea 9 Boys