[Verse 1] Give me that nine, that clip Ain't no talking to my 9, `cause bitch I'm bout to sop you up Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber Your life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total stranger Better believe I be creeping Detectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block, they still sleeping Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for
[Chorus] Only if my 9 could talk Only if my 9 could talk Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide O-o-o only if my 9 could talk Only if my 9 could talk Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
[Verse 2] Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it club I want soda `cause niggas be snitching I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitches Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me Disappear like a genie When I reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beam And I'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal You could consider that nigga a disaster area Call his mom for a black dress consult his family members to be the pallbearers You fucks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shaking Flatline, CPR, I don't think that nigga made it
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[Verse 3] Some call it murder, I call it 1-87 Some call it robbery, bitch, I call it 2-11 See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns First nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones I run this shit like the White House You like some white out Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights out When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss 17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hit I be a specialist like Sharon Stone A bad boy like Al Capone An assassin like Sylvester Stallone Only if you could live, but you ain't Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't