Video 9x8 Cypher de Akjourney 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akjourney - 9x8 Cypher Lyrics

[Verse 1: J Pistol]
Outside on the 6ix, it's just me and the coast, like
Who EBK? We be fiendin' to know
'Cause Buntz in the back tryna creep to the goal
And Jeff to the left with a ski and a pole
We gon' flock anything that throw up a O
We gon' drop any nigga if he smokin' on bro
Tagged 'em, right when he try to get to low
Wit' no mask on, bitch, I'm still ready to blow
Big Doula gang, niggas know how that go
When I'm deady off Ray everything is a joke

[Verse 2: Moose Fablo]
When I'm deady off Ray man, I feel a ghost
If I'm not on the court then you know who the coach
Walk up, nigga get stabbed like a roach
Hawk 'em, niggas know I do the most
Fuck is a Nado, niggas don't spin
Two of them got punched in the libs, likе
Get out the stu', go put up some kicks
On thе bridge, turn that block to a gym
Walk-Up Gang, nigga better not flinch
Lemme catch shh, nigga better not sing, like
Lemme catch shh, nigga better not sing
Oh, he TMZ-K? Then he must wanna die
Nigga Ty so fast threw his food in the sky
Like, damn, he ain't never get to finish that pie
[Bridge: Moose Fablo]
Smokin' on Ray, while I do the Renny Bop, like
She bad but fuck wit' the opps, like
She tryna gimme the drop, like
Get 'em in his hip, don't stop
He jack 49 then he bound to get shot
Trappstarr and Pistol wit' me with the Glock
And Bucky the hound, don't get 'em on hots
Flocked 'em, thought I missed but he dropped

[Verse 3: Sey Buckz]
This no cap, I been bendin', I don't need a lo'
Wherever they at, guarantee I'ma boom
Fuck a lights-camera-action, I'm trained to just go
Since a jit all I knew was go dumb wit' the pole
If I spot a TG please don't try to get low
Back out, he might think he seen the Holy Ghost
My sons 5ive on some go, screamin', "DG"
From the 9 to the 8, we move devi'
Spinnin' this whip, tryna catch us a what?
Spinnin' this wheel tryna catch us a PD
Spot lil' Vace, shoot that chain off his neck
With these hollows I'm aimin' for heads
And lil' Tjay need to get off his knees
How you Makk and yo' pockets on E?
And yo' gun is a virgin, you still ain't squeeze
Come and bend on my niggas we gon' put you on a tee
Now we back on the 6ix lookin' for some cappers
Spot lil' Bobby, nigga, I'ma pack him
Talkin' 'bout broke, nigga, fix your teeth
You look like you got STD
And lil' Bhristo you ran on your man, then you get up on live actin' like you the man
Like, Renny got poked, that was just one example
How you threw in the air and we threw at yo' mans?
Now we back to 49, [?], you a fag
You was takin' ass flicks, nigga thought he was swag
Billy, nigga really thought he was fast like Flash
But no he did not make it back
[Verse 4: J Trappstarr]
Nigga a dummy, he got shot wit' his knock, like
I'm a Jet, bitch, I flock on that block
[?] droppin' the Makk, now he shot
I been fiendin' to spin, bitch, I'm really on hots
Got a bitch throwin' neck in the spot
But, the gun to my right, she be linin' for opps
Lil Muddy the rover, he shot
If I spot me a 6ix, bullets makin' 'em hop
Fuck the Makks, they was talkin' to hot
When we spin through that block they be talkin' to cops
Munna, deady, in a box
Like, how many times we gon' spin through that block
Too sturdy in the spot, I'm swagged out
Droppin' my 8, bullets rippin' his back out
Had my gun, lil' nigga tried to act out
Threw shots at his face then walked back to the traphouse
Y'all ain't spinnin', y'all thought y'all was full on
I know y'all get tired of goin' to funerals
Smokin' Book, then he caught a head-tap
But I was hype when he caught a leg-tap