Lyrics
[Intro]
Forties and nines
Forties and nines
Whole block barkin’
Like it’s wartime
[Verse 1]
Forty ounce warm in my hoodie, that’s breakfast
Nine on my lap while I’m laughin’ at a death list
Short fuse, long clip, talk slick, get your jaw checked
Steel in my palm, I don’t argue on a group text
Dice on the crate, lil homie need a payday
Safety off, finger twitchin’ in the hallway
Smell malt liquor on my breath when I press up
Red dot dancin’ on his chest, that’s a check-up
I ain’t here to preach, I’m here to press
I ain’t hear a plea, I heard a threat
Stain on the floor, they scrubbin’ stress
Mama say I’m damned, I say I’m blessed (yeah)
[Chorus]
Forties and nines, forties and nines (what?)
Whole hood raised on forties and nines (yeah)
Talk that tough, better walk that line
Pray you don’t slip when it’s torture time
Forties and nines, forties and nines (hey!)
Hands in the air like warning signs
Mouth run wild, then the corner shine
We was baptized in forties and nines
[Verse 2]
Forty ounce clank on the curb by the candles
Nine millimeter got a temper I can’t handle
Rust on the slide, but it still spit venom
Name on the shell if I feel like sendin’ ‘em
I seen brains on the backdoor exit
Heard moms scream till her lungs got breathless
We toast up, talk foul, feel fearless
Then drink ‘til the whole thing feel airless
I sleep in my jeans, I don’t trust that night
Gun on the dresser like a porch light
Kids play tags round tape and chalk lines
We just pass down pain like a bloodline (yeah)
[Chorus]
Forties and nines, forties and nines (say it)
Whole hood raised on forties and nines (what?)
Talk that tough, better walk that line
Pray you don’t slip when it’s torture time
Forties and nines, forties and nines (yeah)
Hands in the air like warning signs
Mouth run wild, then the corner shine
We was baptized in forties and nines (forties and nines)
[Outro]
Forty ounce tip for the ones that’s gone
Nine on my hip when I’m headed home
Same old song in a broke man’s mind
All that we know
Forties and nines
Style
rapaggressive midwest trap: dark detuned bellsominous choir stabsheavy sliding bassskittering hi-hats. harsh male vocalslayered gang chants on hooksclipped ad-libs. verses stay tight and punchyhook opens into a shout-along chant. slight distortion on lead vocal for gritdrum mix hits hard in the low-mids.hardcorehardcore hip hophip hopmale vocalsharsh
Prompt
Rap, hip hop, trap, song name “40s and 9s” vocals mimic Ludacris, Eminem, Tech n9ne, talk about 9 millimeter pistols and 40 oz beers, harsh male vocals, add chants, offensive lyrics
Credits
Prompt by
LonerStoner
LonerStonerGeneratedMar 21, 2026
ModelAria v5
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