Nineteen Lyrics

Nineteen Lyrics

I'm not gon' lie to y'all, like, midwxst been goin' kinda crazy on this sh*t, I'm not gon' lie. Like, he be droppin' hits on hits on hits on hits
Nah, facts, and like, his consistency, bruh, and the videos, everything, bro. His sound is just f**king different. Yo, he really, he, he, he boutta be crazy
You know, [?] pull up on some crazy sh*t, like, he should [?] on a fan type sh*t. But at the same time, I'm kinda expectin' that sh*t because [?] are [?]
Back in action, back in action
Back in action, back in action
Back in action, back in action
Back in action, back in action
Back in action, gang, let's get it
Back in action, back in action
Back in action, back in action
Back in action, back in action
Back in action, back in action

Let me talk my sh*t (Woo, woo), or did I flex too much?
Air out business quick (Air it quick), 'cause I compress too much
People on my dick (They be on my dick), because I impress too much
Don't get hit with that stick (With that stick), 'cause you expect too much

b**ch, I'm only nineteen (I'm only nineteen), I'm only nineteen (I'm only nineteen)
I got some brothers that shoot on command, no, boy, we are not fighting (No, we are not fighting)
He thought he was a threat, but I know that he bluffin', that boy is just typing (Woo, woo)
Know my shooter named Zeus 'cause he come out that cut, know he come with that lightning (Woo, woo)
Know I'm bigger than life, know my life is a movie directed by Spike Lee (Directed by Spike Lee)
Give a f**k 'bout the comments or anything anyone wan' do to spite me (Wan' do to spite me)
sh*t, if I was you, I'd hate me too (On God)
I'm a threat, b**ch, no, that's nothing new (On God)
On my neck, b**ch, I broke out the zoo (The zoo)
Said I'm hard? Well, that sh*t is old news (Old news)
Indy baby, made it out the Nap' (The Nap')
I've still got some brothers in the trap (In the trap)
I've still got some brothers wavin' flags (Wavin' flags)
Bringin' money in, I got the cash
Got three phones on my body, what number?
Know I'm mixin' that Rick with the Junya
Hating on me like Kanye, I Wonder
We gon' run in the house, we gon' plunder (Yeah)

The f**k is a box? You can't keep me in
Know we servin' out hot sh*t like onions
And my bro wave them colors like Uncle Sam
We gon' push and provide, nigga, that's the plan
Know I rock in the show, then I talk to the fans
Walk in that bank, and deposit the bands
All black how we movin', b**ch, move in that Benz
I need new hundreds, them benjis, them mans
I get on the stage and b**ches fall in trance
Free all my brothers that's locked in the pen'
Never gon' tell, not stepping on no stand
Been going up, b**ch, I been in demand
Word to boy joeyy, that b**ch gonna shake it
She want a pic', I told that boy to take it
Niggas be fakin', they fake 'til they make it
My brodies ride around, know that they dangerous
Spitting this sh*t off the dome, speaking facts
No one go harder, say that sh*t with my chest (Woo)
That boy a tire the way that he pressed (Woo)
When you start getting money, b**ch, you know the rest

Let me talk my sh*t (Woo, woo), or did I flex too much?
Air out business quick (Air it quick), 'cause I compress too much
People on my dick (They be on my dick), because I impress too much
Don't get hit with that stick (With that stick), 'cause you expect too much