Travvgod - Number Nine Lyrics

Keen run dat shit, yeah it's Keenan season
These Number Nine jeans
Can't f*ck on my queen
Can't f*ck on my queen, nah
These Number Nine jeans, hoe
Cash all in my jeans they poke
Buy a bitch new Celine, woah
I be in that bitch dreams, woah
Yeah this rack now folding up
So I spent on a Rover truck
Niggas talking they folding huh
Had a bitch then I broke her off
Everything is galore, all my bitches they spoiled
Pour a cup I need more
Take a hoe to Bora Bora
I won't cop, it ain't foreign
It ain't foreign it's boring
Getting money on tour, yeah I used to grow corn
Had to split with my team, whole gang gotta eat
Gotta glock with a beam, and they shoot from the knees up
Told the bitch I can't keep her, f*ck her good she squeak
Imma f*ck her real neat, yeah neat like a geek
These racks in my jeans, I f*ck a bitch she need lean
Lean, lean, lean, yeah
I got my beat from Keenan, she suck my dick like she's teething
All of my niggas they heathens, yeah it's Keenan season
Told a bitch breathe easily, f*ck a bitch really, really
I swear to god I be f*cking these bitches
And they be clean, really
And I be dripping like muf*cking faucets, these niggas see, really
And I got the stick in the closet, it's gon hit you dear
Imma hit you, got a glock with a rule
Better stop with the fools, why you be talking just do it
It became an illusion, counting green like pollution
F*cking bitches exclusive, jewelry wet like a pool
These Number Nine jeans, hoe
Cash all in my jeans they poke
Buy a bitch new Celine, woah
I be in that bitch dreams, woah
Yeah this rack now folding up
So I spent on a Rover truck
Niggas talking they folding huh
Had a bitch then I broke her off
Everything is galore, all my bitches they spoiled
Pour a cup I need more
Take a hoe to Bora Bora
I won't cop, it ain't foreign
It ain't foreign it's boring
Getting money on tour, yeah I used to grow corn
Yeah it's Keenan season