Ben10
Tay-Taylor
Brr, brr, brr
On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)
Seven guns on me, seven sins
Audemars Piguet, Ben 10
Mike and Nuts hanging out the benz
Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)
Wipe a nigga nose and his chin (slat)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
I put a bitch up wit' these bands
Don't reach this Glock in my hand
Pre-teens killing for a gram
Young nigga whack 'em for some stain
Red Vette, blued out the brain
Line a nigga up 'bout some change
Bulls, how he jumped in a range
I was locked down in a cage
Hell Rell gave me a shank
Rell money left a nigga stank
Central Drive block up the rank
Dank wood blowing like a vape
Draco make the earthquake
Scamp a nigga quick, serve 'em shake
City spin shit, we don't play
I been drawin' down everyday
Lord, please take me to the safe
I'ma blow a nigga face away
Big bullets slow a nigga pace
Big red bullets, spraying paint
I been having money just because
These niggas really is dubs
I'm a big bear, not a cub
Yeah, I'm runnin' 'em down just because
Yeah, yeah, I'm shootin' at you and yo cuz, yeah
On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)
Seven guns on me, seven sins
Audemars Piguet, Ben 10
Mike and Nuts hanging out the Benz (pur-pur)
Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)
Wipe a nigga nose and his chin (slat)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Yung Sinn, he did it again
I walked in this bitch wit' two F 'n' N's
I walked in this bitch wit' my twin
I walked in that bitch wit' that Glock 10
Yeah, yeah, you know it's the gen
And I'm pulling up, Maybach-Benz
Want smoke? Just say that then
Want smoke? Just roll this weed
Yung Sinn, gon' make him bleed
We ain't doin' no UFC, big Glock bullet, RIP
Late night creepin' through the street
Late night creepin' wit' the heat
Kill a man down, white sheet
If a nigga reach, I'ma teach
Shoot a nigga ass from the three
I been up servin' off the beans
I'm a real trappin' ass fein
Yung Sinn change the whole scene
If he send a drop, send them things
If he come alone then he green
Yeah, I can't drill wit' you, you'll sing
Yeah, I'ma smack a bitch wit' this Drac
I'ma leave 'em stretched on a pave
Boy, I'm tryna take you to your grave
I don't give a fuck about a case
On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)
Seven guns on me, seven sins
Audemars Piguet, Ben 10
Mike and Nuts hanging out the benz
Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)
Wipe a nigga nose and his chin (slat)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Brr, brr, brr
On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)
Seven guns on me, seven sins
Audemars Piguet, Ben 10
Mike and Nuts hanging out the benz
Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)
Wipe a nigga nose and his chin (slat)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
I put a bitch up wit' these bands
Don't reach this Glock in my hand
Pre-teens killing for a gram
Young nigga whack 'em for some stain
Red Vette, blued out the brain
Line a nigga up 'bout some change
Bulls, how he jumped in a range
I was locked down in a cage
Hell Rell gave me a shank
Rell money left a nigga stank
Central Drive block up the rank
Dank wood blowing like a vape
Draco make the earthquake
Scamp a nigga quick, serve 'em shake
City spin shit, we don't play
I been drawin' down everyday
Lord, please take me to the safe
I'ma blow a nigga face away
Big bullets slow a nigga pace
Big red bullets, spraying paint
I been having money just because
These niggas really is dubs
I'm a big bear, not a cub
Yeah, I'm runnin' 'em down just because
Yeah, yeah, I'm shootin' at you and yo cuz, yeah
On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)
Seven guns on me, seven sins
Audemars Piguet, Ben 10
Mike and Nuts hanging out the Benz (pur-pur)
Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)
Wipe a nigga nose and his chin (slat)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Yung Sinn, he did it again
I walked in this bitch wit' two F 'n' N's
I walked in this bitch wit' my twin
I walked in that bitch wit' that Glock 10
Yeah, yeah, you know it's the gen
And I'm pulling up, Maybach-Benz
Want smoke? Just say that then
Want smoke? Just roll this weed
Yung Sinn, gon' make him bleed
We ain't doin' no UFC, big Glock bullet, RIP
Late night creepin' through the street
Late night creepin' wit' the heat
Kill a man down, white sheet
If a nigga reach, I'ma teach
Shoot a nigga ass from the three
I been up servin' off the beans
I'm a real trappin' ass fein
Yung Sinn change the whole scene
If he send a drop, send them things
If he come alone then he green
Yeah, I can't drill wit' you, you'll sing
Yeah, I'ma smack a bitch wit' this Drac
I'ma leave 'em stretched on a pave
Boy, I'm tryna take you to your grave
I don't give a fuck about a case
On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)
Seven guns on me, seven sins
Audemars Piguet, Ben 10
Mike and Nuts hanging out the benz
Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)
Wipe a nigga nose and his chin (slat)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Bitch, nigga, better drop that pin (call it out)
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends
Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man
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Writer(s): Joseph Nguyen, Tierre Stalling
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