Artist: Joey Trap Album: Akachi Trap (Mixtape) Song: Number 9 Typed by: AZ Lyrics Rest in rest in Rest in peice to Number 9 homie caught that boy slipping Taking peices of the pie lunch and dinner I skip it I got a bitch with thick thys and she know how to strip it If you know I'm not your guy then baby girl why you tripping You can see it in my eyes niggas know I been sipping Hadda hit it from behind the way lil baby was dripping Yeah, look New wrist diamonds certified lit My bitch bad and she know about it shit I look good look like they photoshopped me lit Trap calm down boy u gettin cocky quit If the trap turn down I might have to start to flip My Bars cold trade a feature for a brick Top top, Top 2 top I'm the first round pick Not not, Not you nigga you ain't make the list Got got, Got two sisters here I made em kiss Aiming achoo 9 is sneezing brodie Ima fat dude cus I'm eating mostly Can't cook food then she leaving brodie I Don't got time baby peep the Rollie I just want them commas Lion ass niggas looking something like mufasa Bitches never met me still wan be my baby mama All these niggas wanna beef now I should work with dj Drama (Drama fuck these niggas up) Over achiever I love to do the most Rocking up the coke ain't no dove but I've seen a lot of soap Niggas marry Jane and its cool cus allotta niggas smoke Seen em meet Christina and change tho And now they love the dope We ain't that different tho I be selling crack So lemme not be hypocritical go head and buy a track Musical dope dealer I'm hotter than 4 fevers The Beamer got no ceiling My wrist is a whole freezer Still sipping a old English That came in a glass bottle Ya boy only 18 But my bitch is a whole Model I still never say I love her I'm getting a check and runnin it Runnin from under covers Y'all talkin that shit on twitter but runnin when you in public I Skirt in the whip and I drop the top Bad bitch gimmie top a lot And we blowing up like osama block And I still hide the shit in my sock What talking we really be doing it Got a 30 my clip and we shooting it If we coming in clippin and niggas be snitching then I'm finna be on my bully shit Kloud God tho Feel like Rambo Niggas popped off El chapo I be plugged up Get ya bucks up Fucked up Nina tucked up Leave you slumped up Aye Aye You only talk shit when I'm not around 30 round clip when I ride around Silence that bitch it don't make a sound Y'all niggas never be working So why do you niggas all act like you poppin now Don't talk to Feds they won't find it out Stay with the heat like I'm in the south Ain't that your girl what was that about She in my crib giving me some mouth I put that on the dead homies Niggas act like we been homies Nigga I'm married to the cash Ima stay with cash till I'm dead homie Rich gang like I'm rich homie New whip so your bitch on me New Trap this that new Joey It's a new year so don't switch on me Fuck arround with that fuck arround You gon fuck arround get a ditch brodie Kloud Gang this the alpha pac I'm the head wolf you a Coyote All gas this was all gas I got no hooks ain't no fish woadie Rap like me rap like me Never nigga you wish brodie Trap like me Trap like me I ain't even flip bricks nigga But the fact that be my homies With me all keep a stick nigga It's rest in peice to Number nine cus we caught that boy slipping Like what that mean, Issa body then we through out that pistol So we don't care if that boy shot n finna rest with the fishes But rest in peice to Number 9 the strap that we hadda ditch it Good It's rest in peice to Number nine cus we caught that boy slipping Like what that mean, Issa body then we through out that pistol So we don't care if that boy shot n finna rest with the fishes But rest in peice to Number 9 the strap that we hadda ditch What