Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No. 99, artist - Joey Bada$$. Album song B4.DA.$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic, Pro Era
Song language: English
No. 99 |
| What’s my name? |
| What’s my name? |
| Badmon |
| What’s my name? |
| What’s my name? |
| Badmon |
| What’s my name? |
| What’s my name? |
| Badmon |
| What’s my name? |
| What’s my name? |
| Badmon |
| What’s my motherfuckin'… |
| Ready to bust my gun, I’m rushin' in like Vladimir Putin |
| What you want son? |
| Fuck a rou-, let’s get shootin' |
| The 47 Goonz recruitin', join or die |
| We comin' for groups of guys in suits and ties |
| Who chose to hide truth from the eye |
| Grab a white collar by his white evil eye |
| Fight or flight, yo, that’s just what it is |
| When you see a pig, hit him in his baby back ribs |
| But don’t trip, I’m just another black kid, caught up in the mix |
| Tryna make a dollar outta 47 cents |
| Yo, this shit is intense, a dumb cop stoppin' me, probably |
| Cause he’s still livin' in the past tense, how shit was back then |
| They wanna see the downfall of all black men |
| An African, I was sent to put action in |
| But what’s new when the po keep flashin' in |
| News flash niggas, get a news flash |
| These niggas ain’t ready for the war |
| Know what I’m 'bout, cut the cheddar, close your drawer |
| Please put your bread up |
| We ain’t gon' settle for no iceberg lettuce |
| Let us eat when there’s war |
| Or end up like venison meat in the street |
| They’re not ready for beef |
| Let the fish burn in the pot, niggas all in the spot |
| When it turns 12 'o clock then, we’ll be curvin' the block |
| Yo cut this shit |
| Man, I’m the best in the sector |
| Get your ear buds to grip, then I dissect ya |
| Inject ya with my lethal weapon |
| Plant a mine in the deepest section, guess who’s least expected |
| Mothafucka please respect it |
| The last one to pull my card was easily dealt with |
| They felt it, the shift, records can’t be reckoned with |
| On tracks wreckin' shit, ask me why I’m reckless |
| Break a wrist, approach my demo with a risk |
| Brought my demo listens, I’m a demolition specialist |
| I got the blueprint to this shit, Jay to the Oh Vee |
| If Blue was a prince, I’m still Joseph Kony |
| Niggas know they can’t ever little bro me |
| No matter how big they blow, they still a little below |
| It’s the P-R-O E-R-A, indigo with the killer flow |
| Guaranteed the realest that you ever saw |
| The badmon young kingpin |
| I move dope with that ink pen |
| Been up all night, my third eye ain’t even blinkin' |
| Fuck what you thinkin' |
| Number 99, never trust no swine |
| Lick a shot one time |