I'm 10-4
Straightface Productions (haha)
I don't really, really know bout you other niggas in this bitch man
Ya' feel me (ya feel me), but I'm 10-4 in this bitch ya' feel me
I don't know who in the fuck, how in the fuck
But boy, straight up man listen
Straight off the muscle nigga (uh-huh)
I ain't gon' play with ya' ass one bit (at all)
Let this bitch rip (fap), the fuck wrong with ya' nigga (I don't know)
Fuck niggas get in line, or get ya' ass knocked down
Ha, you can act like stars, bitch I shoot like stars
Employee of the year, I stay on my job (yeah I just clocked in nigga)
Rollin' on J's, and I ain't talkin' bout Jordan's (at all)
Niggas fade away, 'cause Bop ain't shootin' no jumpers (no jumpers)
Choppers hit ya' ass like trees (timber), you can call me Paul Bunyan
Slidin' with ya' bitch yeah, smokin' out the onion
Focus on this money, is the best thing for ya'
Or have them crackers lookin' for ya'
'Cause them things went to clappin' like Sunday mornings
Call it church nigga, hell fire, get ya' ass burnt nigga
(Get ya ass burnt nigga, burnt nigga)
Be cool (cool) when I'm out here
'Cause I'ma fool and I'll out ya' (I'll out ya')
Put holes in and out ya'
I'm straight call me 10-4, on ya' slab with the Donatello
Where they at ohkay we 10-4 please don't make me do it
I'm tryna keep this sitcho 10-4 (10-4)
I switch the tempo on you weak hoes (weak hoes)
Call me task force the way I kick doors (kick doors)
I'm 10-4 (10-4)
I'm straight call me 10-4, on ya' slab with the Donatello
Where they at ohkay we 10-4, please don't make me do it
I'm tryna keep this sitcho 10-4 (10-4)
I switch the tempo on you weak hoes (weak hoes)
Call me task force the way I kick doors (kick doors)
I'm 10-4 (10-4)
I'm scorchin' (scorchin') yes, I'm flamin' hot
I'll clear the block (uurp) like the cops was out, but they lurkin'
On the block tryna find them boys that's servin'
My shop out of service my nigga, no work in
Get ya' ass from 'round here my nigga, 'cause you workin'
Hid out for 3 days, my nigga then resurfaced
Ain't no oops in my game (ain't no oops my game dog)
My nigga it's on purpose
If ya' keep runnin' ya' mouth, I'll leave ya' face open ('cause why)
'Cause them K's steady, cockin', reloadin', and explodin'
Don't leave that body right there, dispose it
I guess you can say, that I'm just that cold, man
'Cause every time I'm spittin', I'm leavin' the crowd frozen
(The crowd froze)
Every time that K get to spittin', ya' crowd frozen (ya' crowd froze)
Mind in a remote location
You can't control me (you can't control him)
Real religious with that fire, I'll leave ya' holy (leave ya holy)
Niggas say I'm baller blockin', but I ball for the block
I'm straight call me 10-4, on ya slab with the Donatello
Where they at ohkay we 10-4, please don't make me do it
I'm tryna keep this sitcho 10-4 (10-4)
I switch the tempo on you weak hoes (weak hoes)
Call me task force the way I kick doors (kick doors)
I'm 10-4 (10-4)
I'm straight call me 10-4, on ya slab with the Donatello
Where they at ohkay we 10-4, please don't make me do it
I'm tryna keep this sitcho 10-4 (10-4)
I switch the tempo on you weak hoes (weak hoes)
Call me task force the way I kick doors (kick doors)
I'm 10-4 (10-4)
I don't really, really know bout you other niggas in this bitch man
Ya' feel me (ya feel me), but I'm 10-4 in this bitch ya' feel me
I don't know who in the fuck, how in the fuck
But boy, straight up man listen
Straight off the muscle nigga (uh-huh)
I ain't gon' play with ya' ass one bit (at all)
Let this bitch rip (fap), the fuck wrong with ya' nigga (I don't know)
Fuck niggas get in line, or get ya' ass knocked down
Ha, you can act like stars, bitch I shoot like stars
Employee of the year, I stay on my job (yeah I just clocked in nigga)
Rollin' on J's, and I ain't talkin' bout Jordan's (at all)
Niggas fade away, 'cause Bop ain't shootin' no jumpers (no jumpers)
Choppers hit ya' ass like trees (timber), you can call me Paul Bunyan
Slidin' with ya' bitch yeah, smokin' out the onion
Focus on this money, is the best thing for ya'
Or have them crackers lookin' for ya'
'Cause them things went to clappin' like Sunday mornings
Call it church nigga, hell fire, get ya' ass burnt nigga
(Get ya ass burnt nigga, burnt nigga)
Be cool (cool) when I'm out here
'Cause I'ma fool and I'll out ya' (I'll out ya')
Put holes in and out ya'
I'm straight call me 10-4, on ya' slab with the Donatello
Where they at ohkay we 10-4 please don't make me do it
I'm tryna keep this sitcho 10-4 (10-4)
I switch the tempo on you weak hoes (weak hoes)
Call me task force the way I kick doors (kick doors)
I'm 10-4 (10-4)
I'm straight call me 10-4, on ya' slab with the Donatello
Where they at ohkay we 10-4, please don't make me do it
I'm tryna keep this sitcho 10-4 (10-4)
I switch the tempo on you weak hoes (weak hoes)
Call me task force the way I kick doors (kick doors)
I'm 10-4 (10-4)
I'm scorchin' (scorchin') yes, I'm flamin' hot
I'll clear the block (uurp) like the cops was out, but they lurkin'
On the block tryna find them boys that's servin'
My shop out of service my nigga, no work in
Get ya' ass from 'round here my nigga, 'cause you workin'
Hid out for 3 days, my nigga then resurfaced
Ain't no oops in my game (ain't no oops my game dog)
My nigga it's on purpose
If ya' keep runnin' ya' mouth, I'll leave ya' face open ('cause why)
'Cause them K's steady, cockin', reloadin', and explodin'
Don't leave that body right there, dispose it
I guess you can say, that I'm just that cold, man
'Cause every time I'm spittin', I'm leavin' the crowd frozen
(The crowd froze)
Every time that K get to spittin', ya' crowd frozen (ya' crowd froze)
Mind in a remote location
You can't control me (you can't control him)
Real religious with that fire, I'll leave ya' holy (leave ya holy)
Niggas say I'm baller blockin', but I ball for the block
I'm straight call me 10-4, on ya slab with the Donatello
Where they at ohkay we 10-4, please don't make me do it
I'm tryna keep this sitcho 10-4 (10-4)
I switch the tempo on you weak hoes (weak hoes)
Call me task force the way I kick doors (kick doors)
I'm 10-4 (10-4)
I'm straight call me 10-4, on ya slab with the Donatello
Where they at ohkay we 10-4, please don't make me do it
I'm tryna keep this sitcho 10-4 (10-4)
I switch the tempo on you weak hoes (weak hoes)
Call me task force the way I kick doors (kick doors)
I'm 10-4 (10-4)
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Writer(s): Leroy Davis
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