Lyrics Can't Get Close - Nines

Can't Get Close

Popping bottles with my niggas like it’s my birthday
Feds tapped my phone, they even listening to my wordplay
All these girls on me and Kilo
I used to trap from the bush
Scale on me like Nemo
I ain’t worried about getting harmed
I got the ting on me plus my nigga Skrapz looks like he got pregnant arms
Them niggas only push keys on their lappy
My mum can’t believe that I spent a G on my tracky
The yayo is powder before it was rock like Optimus Prime I made it transform in
a pot
Me &Deeco driving round East in a droptop whiter than Simon Cowell’s teeth
I always tell the truth I ain’t got no reason to lie
I’ve smoked so much amnesia I don’t even get high
Uhh… &when it comes to this rap ting we the nicest
300 niggas with me like
I don’t go nowhere without the 300 spartans
Spartans on deck just like swammies on deck
You know how the fuck we do
When I go probation I’m, strapped…
When I say hi to mums I’m strapped…
When I go to buy p&ers I’m strapped…
So why the fuck would I fear another nigga b
My nigga said I need some constructive plans
Cause all I do is fly birds and fuck the fans
I’m getting money these pagans ain’t on my mind
Always got it on me cah I feel naked without my nine
You hardly see nina round hoes cah these side bitches can’t keep their mouth
closed
Remember when I used to hustle in the rain, me and Lencs rushing niggas like
I still can’t believe the judge gave Cash 30 plus they did Inches and Jazz dirty
My whole crew makes them birds fly, I told Dewey and Fundz you’ll be home soon
the bird will fly
My nigga Alan B’s yard looking like a palace
She let’s me cook in her yard, I book her flights to Paris
Hoes staring when I pass through &its a loyal to the soil ting when Skrapz is
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Its Nines