10 toes (feat. CTJester)

Cook it up. Ramsey
Ain't no pansy
Space landing
General Grievous
Call me handy
I be dandy
Sweet candy
Run it up. Call me Usain
Make these gains
Hot like butane
I don't play games I go insane
Don't play no games
Peanut butter seats in my whip
Working overtime just for tips
Me and my bro fly like airstrip
Bet you won't find me like a clit HAH
Can't ride with me here's your exit
So damn hot that shit in kelvin
Why was 6 afraid of 7
7 Shot 8 with 11
Resting bitch facial expression
Slap yo ass like watermelon
If you toxic then c-section
Get them straight A's don't be testing
I be grinding while you resting
Tryna make this my profession
To the top is my direction
Bayonet 24/7
I stand 10 toes 10 toes
I stand 10 toes I hope you get the memo
10 Toes play my cards I won't fold
10 Toes don't fuck with fakes I foreclose

I got guts I go berserk
Pen to paper put in work
Oh you wanna cook with me?
But I got heat I bet it'll burn
Time to teach till lessons learned
Imma preach my sessions heard
They gon creep and they gon leach but they can't reach I ain't concerned
Go
I'm just tryna have fun
I ain't worried by the beat of your drum
10 Toes day one
Getting mad at me you just dumb
Well see, we ain't scared of you
We way up leagues compared to you
Can't compete, ain't fair for you
No cap, shit fairly true
10 Toes and I stand tall
Hands on from the hand off
Head to head at the stand off
Work of art shit hand drawn
I win and I stand strong
Fatal mistake dead wrong
I want what I want and I got what I need
Stand on my own two feet like

10 Toes 10 toes
I stand 10 toes, hope you get the memo
10 Toes play my cards I won't fold
10, 10 Toes don't fuck with fakes I foreclose



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Sulewski
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