Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 9mm , by - Freddie Gibbs. Release date: 18.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
9mm |
| Wa Da Da Dang, Wa Da Da Da Da Dang |
| Listen to my 9 Millimeter go bang |
| Niggas hustle niggas murder for this dope and cocaine |
| If I’m out here doing bad I’m knocking down your door mane |
| Shit our scene might leave you terrified, |
| Thats why my 9 millimeter stay by my bedside |
| Got partners locked up up-state, some partners on fed time |
| Shoot first and ask questions later, boy you ain’t never dyin, ain’t never dyin |
| Wa Da Da dang, Wa Da Da Da Da Dang |
| Listen to my my 9 Millimeter go bang |
| How I take a niggas life like its all right, its so strange |
| Put your family in the trunk man its a very cold game, |
| Shit our scene might leave you terrified, |
| Thats why my 9 millimeter stay by my bedside |
| Got partners locked up up-state, some partners on fed time |
| Shoot first and ask questions later, boy you ain’t never dyin, ain’t never dyin |
| (Freddie Gibbs) |
| Wa Da Da Dang, Wa Da Da Da Da Dang |
| Listen to my 9 Millimeter go bang |
| (Freddie Gibbs) |
| Wa Da Da Dang, Wa Da Da Da Dang, |
| Listen to my 9 millimeter split your brain, |
| Bullets hit you and whistle past you, |
| Bitch niggas and the police harass you, |
| If you came up quick with a flip, hit a motherfuckin' lick how long will it |
| last you? |
| Lord rinse my soul clean, |
| I start my day off with Ocean Spray and promethazine |
| Used to roll them stogies get blowed and sprinkle shit in my green, |
| Straight thugged out dubbed out, had yo mama ride in that limousine, |
| that limousine |
| Nigga fuck all my enemies, bitch I’ll see yall in hell, |
| Better put 5 bullets in my dome, punk bitch I bail all is well, |
| Unzip that package its that Cali we can tell by the smell, |
| Got black ski masks, rob for practice, sell that shit by the barrel (Fo'sho) |
| That silence’ll make a whisper my sweet nine millimeter (?) |
| And I know these police is listenin' gotta throw away my Nokia |
| If you need me then chirp, money mackin and murder, |
| Black mask, black gloves, black shirt in the day light bitch I’m out here |
| workin' |
| (G.I. Fleezy) |
| My nigga we killas we ready for everything, trained for it all, |
| Play your position, object, and identify, when your time is called, |
| No wonder we only gonna do it the G way and kill em' all, |
| Cuz I don’t know no other way, and them bitches know my face, so I can’t wait, |
| let me get a taste, and I hate, |
| When niggas be actin like hoes, and bitches be actin the??? |
| And I don’t give a fuck, have to open you up, two to the head and one to the gut |
| When I’m with my niggas we thinkin' bout crimes, droppin' dope out on these |
| lines, |
| Send em back up to get the next one, if I got a gun then somebody gon' cry |
| Yellin' bloody murder, froze, eyes closed fo' we hit the street |
| Could it be? |
| Motherfucker tryna play me shyfe off some jealousy, |
| Rapid fire hellishly, meet up with your maker, know that karma might catch up |
| to me, for what I did to get this paper, |
| Lord forgive me I’m red rum sippin grim reaper, |
| Drug smokin, magazine loadin, straight slammin and schemin, |
| Block boy, with a short barrel that’ll leave a nigga leakin', |
| Eyes on the muddy sparrow til we eatin' it’s the season to let it rain |