Jahny Steel - Holda9 Lyrics

Aye bitch I'm unloaded I
I do not f*ck wit you niggas
You full of emotion why
Why would I converse wit you
Say you bursting a tool
But you never did hold the 9
Tell that boy to hold his horses
It's enough whores
To have a whole orgy now
That shit ain't really my forte
Need me a gorgeous lil shorty to hold it down
Really ain't been wit that cuffin doe
They be on some other shit
All that fake best friend brother shit
That's still undercover shit
And it's still f*ck the government
Crackas they got us in need
Need me some food just to eat
Need me a roof just to sleep
Need me a cute little ting
To consume all my seed
Til she chew me to sleep
Oh no you betta not bite
Back of the neck what I like
I am up next and I might
Come to yo neck of the woods
Like my nigga what's good
And let's see who the best on the mic
After I give a mic check
Ima set a few records
And then I'll be resting my case
Then i might check in a hotel
Yo shorty roll wit me
Don't know why she went M.i.a
Am I the nigga to blame
Know how this Florida shit go
I am from the 904
Just let you know so you know
Hop in the Monte Carlo
No it's the impala
I roll wit my dawg and them
Bitch my name Jahny Steel
Bet not forget it
Living up to my potential
Consistently growing
As long is I'm breathing
Let's get it let's get it lil nigga

I might flex on that bih
Why you pressed by dat
Ain't no stress bout a bih
You spend a check on dat

I might flex on that bih
Why you pressed by dat
Ain't no stress bout a bih
You spend a check on dat

I might flex on that bih
Why you pressed by dat
Ain't no stress bout a bih
You spend a check on dat

I might flex on that bih
Why you pressed by dat
Ain't no stress bout a bih
You spend a check on dat