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Nine hundred and nine killer. Li-li-li-li-lied on that upfront, just some niggas Gettin' fucked. Gun up, pounds up in my pocket You know drum. Take a boy from a truck even though it's A fact. Belt cold, got 'em runnin', In motherfuckin' back. Smokin' ecstasy in Bentley, See I came to really kill in to gettin' High. Keep to the back, know I'm goin' to my Grave. Stackin' hundreds with my grades 'cause I'm Goin' insane. Boy, I wish I had a truck, Everything would be alright. Fresh tomato on my side and we steady holdin' Life. Li-li-li the morning and I'm cruisin' for Lunch. So I hit G's hair kill her in The back seat. And, um, I'm tippin' hard, needin' a wake-up call. So I phone to the real and the crew Fall. It's, uh, it's been many assassins that the People say I'm the baker. Man, be cookin' this shit 'cause think I might Shaken. Runnin' up to the driveway, lookin' up in The house for the baker's snack. I'm bad as fuck, it's the ones and the Whites that I'm about. Soon as I rest my head, look who right Back in bed. It's the devil, G, Hey, twist up on the bread. She said, "I could get you higher than you Ever been." Smoke something to stop a fight with an Illegal Green. Nine hundred and nine killer.