10 Toes (feat. Marley Young)
Ten toes down i didnt fold or panic
He was comin out the whip but his stick was jammin
Spray his face like mabeline get away clean
Ghost on em turn his name to a quote for em
That dumb shit never paid off get him gone on my day off
Duck off wit a sneaky link fuck her all in the waldolf
In spring i had fell off summer time i got back on
Im still takin the fall off winter time kno its back on
These niggas cant C me the oppostion wanna be me
They pillow talk about me to bitches they tryna meet me
They get freaky i aint payin nane bitch for nothin
Wat u on look bitch is we fuckin or we fuckin
If i fly a bitch out she gotta bring the package
And if the police get yo luggage u aint bring no bagage
Only way you ridin wit me i had to C u active
If you aint dropped nothin this calender you way to passive
We aint playin on the net nigga lets get in traffic
Im the reason some of these kids gone grow up some bastards
Momas cryin sheddin tears she aint kno he was active
At fourteen he died young my city way to tragic
At fifteen i seen a hundred bands stuffed in a mattress
Pops threw me ten bands and he told me count it
They tried to lose my hood shit im tthe one who found it
Gotta make it to the top shit we done climbed a mountain
Spacin out my mind let me be
I just need some head and some weed
Glock come wit a switch steph curry
Had to switch it out cause it was dirty
He was comin out the whip but his stick was jammin
Spray his face like mabeline get away clean
Ghost on em turn his name to a quote for em
That dumb shit never paid off get him gone on my day off
Duck off wit a sneaky link fuck her all in the waldolf
In spring i had fell off summer time i got back on
Im still takin the fall off winter time kno its back on
These niggas cant C me the oppostion wanna be me
They pillow talk about me to bitches they tryna meet me
They get freaky i aint payin nane bitch for nothin
Wat u on look bitch is we fuckin or we fuckin
If i fly a bitch out she gotta bring the package
And if the police get yo luggage u aint bring no bagage
Only way you ridin wit me i had to C u active
If you aint dropped nothin this calender you way to passive
We aint playin on the net nigga lets get in traffic
Im the reason some of these kids gone grow up some bastards
Momas cryin sheddin tears she aint kno he was active
At fourteen he died young my city way to tragic
At fifteen i seen a hundred bands stuffed in a mattress
Pops threw me ten bands and he told me count it
They tried to lose my hood shit im tthe one who found it
Gotta make it to the top shit we done climbed a mountain
Spacin out my mind let me be
I just need some head and some weed
Glock come wit a switch steph curry
Had to switch it out cause it was dirty
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Writer(s): Aaron Winters
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