10 for 10
Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! (Treyo snapped)
God damn, I'm heartless
On a person when I walk in the party
Grab on my hip, it's a .40 (bang)
Don't downplay me like an artist
Them bitches know I go retarded
I still be recordin' at four in the morning
I wake up and bake up
I smoke up and tell my bitch, suck my dick while I be yawnin'
No, it ain't no time for relaxin'
Turn around then I beat all her back in
Dropping dick while I thumb her to the backend
Damn, she just put her tracks in
With the focus, the team, we spinnin' again
Bitch, we might spin with a MAC ten
We tryna blow baby's back in
Heard that she was outside, now he back in
Blood diamonds, drippin' all on my body
Nigga playin'? I'ma catch me a body
Wipe your nose, but you know I ain't slimy
Strapped up in the front and behind me
Run wit' killers and they right on side me
Real rap, this ain't just rhymin'
They lookin' for me, I ain't hidin', I'm slidin'
They lookin' for me, I ain't hidin', I'm slidin'
I'm in my bag, that's another bag with another bag
Walk in this bitch, I don't check a tag
I might buy my lil' bitch a new Birkin bag (a new Birkin bag)
Skrrt, vroom, I hop in my foreign, push start it
Hop in my foreign, I'm sporty
I hop in my foreign, I'm sporty, mmm (yeah)
And I been gettin' the money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sippin' on lean, bitch I might need a new stomach (oh, oh, oh)
Ain't no trap leavin', the trap been jumpin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the trap been jumpin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the trap been jumpin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
God damn, I'm heartless
On a person when I walk in the party
Grab on my hip, it's a .40 (bang)
Don't downplay me like an artist
Them bitches know I go retarded
I still be recordin' at four in the morning
I wake up and bake up
I smoke up and tell my bitch, suck my dick while I be yawnin'
No, it ain't no time for relaxin'
Turn around then I beat all her back in
Dropping dick while I thumb her to the backend
Damn, she just put her tracks in
With the focus, the team, we spinnin' again
Bitch, we might spin with a MAC ten
We tryna blow baby's back in
Heard that she was outside, now he back in
(Treyo snapped)
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! (Treyo snapped)
God damn, I'm heartless
On a person when I walk in the party
Grab on my hip, it's a .40 (bang)
Don't downplay me like an artist
Them bitches know I go retarded
I still be recordin' at four in the morning
I wake up and bake up
I smoke up and tell my bitch, suck my dick while I be yawnin'
No, it ain't no time for relaxin'
Turn around then I beat all her back in
Dropping dick while I thumb her to the backend
Damn, she just put her tracks in
With the focus, the team, we spinnin' again
Bitch, we might spin with a MAC ten
We tryna blow baby's back in
Heard that she was outside, now he back in
Blood diamonds, drippin' all on my body
Nigga playin'? I'ma catch me a body
Wipe your nose, but you know I ain't slimy
Strapped up in the front and behind me
Run wit' killers and they right on side me
Real rap, this ain't just rhymin'
They lookin' for me, I ain't hidin', I'm slidin'
They lookin' for me, I ain't hidin', I'm slidin'
I'm in my bag, that's another bag with another bag
Walk in this bitch, I don't check a tag
I might buy my lil' bitch a new Birkin bag (a new Birkin bag)
Skrrt, vroom, I hop in my foreign, push start it
Hop in my foreign, I'm sporty
I hop in my foreign, I'm sporty, mmm (yeah)
And I been gettin' the money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sippin' on lean, bitch I might need a new stomach (oh, oh, oh)
Ain't no trap leavin', the trap been jumpin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the trap been jumpin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the trap been jumpin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
God damn, I'm heartless
On a person when I walk in the party
Grab on my hip, it's a .40 (bang)
Don't downplay me like an artist
Them bitches know I go retarded
I still be recordin' at four in the morning
I wake up and bake up
I smoke up and tell my bitch, suck my dick while I be yawnin'
No, it ain't no time for relaxin'
Turn around then I beat all her back in
Dropping dick while I thumb her to the backend
Damn, she just put her tracks in
With the focus, the team, we spinnin' again
Bitch, we might spin with a MAC ten
We tryna blow baby's back in
Heard that she was outside, now he back in
(Treyo snapped)
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Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Rebecca Curtis
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