10 or Better
Say you trap a whole lot but do you got a lot of profit
I'm popping my shit nobody's gone stop it
I'm playing with the bands like I'm in a mariachi
They know who I am I don't gotta be cocky
Nine times out of ten they always looking for the Oxy's
Real ice gotta keep a stick like hockey
Told me her cash app that's where she lost me
I talk to myself and say fuck everybody
Don't know who to trust til I look in the mirror
If you ain't making money can't hang around here
Price low I'll put you out of business like Sears
I'm not gone stop until my engine in the rear
If I get jammed up they won't even send no letter
No 7.5's I want 10 or better
Got white ash on my white sweater
She keep trying to fuck I might let her
Moonrock prerolls got me stupid lit
Got expensive taste need like 5 to hit
These bitches trying to pop percs like they vitamins
One thing about me I never had to lie to kick it
Ain't finna play around with no thot hoe
I ain't come to play games I'm jumping off the top rope
Say you having racks that way well we got more
Shit get deep like a Floyd Road pothole
Trapping all day I had to stop by Jamey's
Twelve piece mild like the crack in the 80's
Pre-rolls and the wax came in it's going crazy
Crumble by itself doing five hunnid daily
The way I trap in my ten's you'd think I popped a perc
Still pull up on your bitch while you're on the way to work
Just got the Runtz in the trap it's time to go to work
Breakdown Bills man it's time to go beserk
Say you trap a whole lot but do you got a lot of profit
I'm popping my shit nobody's gone stop it
I'm playing with the bands like I'm in a mariachi
They know who I am I don't gotta be cocky
Nine times out of ten they always looking for the Oxy's
Real ice gotta keep a stick like hockey
Told me her cash app that's where she lost me
I talk to myself and say fuck everybody
Don't know who to trust til I look in the mirror
If you ain't making money can't hang around here
Price low I'll put you out of business like Sears
I'm not gone stop until my engine in the rear
If I get jammed up they won't even send no letter
No 7.5's I want 10 or better
Got white ash on my white sweater
She keep trying to fuck I might let her
I'm popping my shit nobody's gone stop it
I'm playing with the bands like I'm in a mariachi
They know who I am I don't gotta be cocky
Nine times out of ten they always looking for the Oxy's
Real ice gotta keep a stick like hockey
Told me her cash app that's where she lost me
I talk to myself and say fuck everybody
Don't know who to trust til I look in the mirror
If you ain't making money can't hang around here
Price low I'll put you out of business like Sears
I'm not gone stop until my engine in the rear
If I get jammed up they won't even send no letter
No 7.5's I want 10 or better
Got white ash on my white sweater
She keep trying to fuck I might let her
Moonrock prerolls got me stupid lit
Got expensive taste need like 5 to hit
These bitches trying to pop percs like they vitamins
One thing about me I never had to lie to kick it
Ain't finna play around with no thot hoe
I ain't come to play games I'm jumping off the top rope
Say you having racks that way well we got more
Shit get deep like a Floyd Road pothole
Trapping all day I had to stop by Jamey's
Twelve piece mild like the crack in the 80's
Pre-rolls and the wax came in it's going crazy
Crumble by itself doing five hunnid daily
The way I trap in my ten's you'd think I popped a perc
Still pull up on your bitch while you're on the way to work
Just got the Runtz in the trap it's time to go to work
Breakdown Bills man it's time to go beserk
Say you trap a whole lot but do you got a lot of profit
I'm popping my shit nobody's gone stop it
I'm playing with the bands like I'm in a mariachi
They know who I am I don't gotta be cocky
Nine times out of ten they always looking for the Oxy's
Real ice gotta keep a stick like hockey
Told me her cash app that's where she lost me
I talk to myself and say fuck everybody
Don't know who to trust til I look in the mirror
If you ain't making money can't hang around here
Price low I'll put you out of business like Sears
I'm not gone stop until my engine in the rear
If I get jammed up they won't even send no letter
No 7.5's I want 10 or better
Got white ash on my white sweater
She keep trying to fuck I might let her
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Writer(s): William Burnley
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