Ten to a Dub

Vik, this beat slaps

What you mean that you killing
Put shots to the head and his kidney
That draco was singing I call that bitch whitney
Go check up on him I'm a go ahead and cash it
He thought shit was sweet so I rob him like basking

If we talking diamonds on neck then I'm flashing
If we talking getting no bitches I'm capping

I'm really bout action
Hellcat had the traction
Turn ten to a dub like I really know magic

Man why is you laughing
We know bout your habits
You never been him still gone act like you had it

Your bitch is an addict
I love when she grab it
That bed keep on rocking I ain't talking Kravitz

That bitch was a baddie
I think her name Ashley
I hit once now she chasing me like a track meet
This two door no back seat
I hate you don't dap me
She cute till I seen that this bitch had some bad feet

I don't like to wear a glove fuck Gary Payton
Yellow gold chain on my neck like it's asian
I just took his bitch to the crib and had it shaking
I'm a big body she had big booty had the bed breaking
God damn

I don't need no oil I'm still heating up the pan
He don't think I'll take his bitch I told him yes I can
I ain't even send a text but she left her man
what the fuck it's gone take for you to understand

That these niggas don't know me
I could still score I don't care about a goalie
Had that bitch singing I ain't talking karaoke
She had Jones for the wood I ain't talking about Jacoby oh man

Black and red ones why the fuck these banned
Mcm belt holding up these pants
Drop a couple dollars everytime I dance
First class uber everytime I land

No Pressure

Bitch drove herself home like she had a tesla
Nigga these is diamonds, go and get the tester
Brand new belt make me feel like I'm a wrestler
She ain't got no gold why she think she was a treasure

RJ who nigga go get the Barretta
We gone warm his whole chest like the nigga had a sweater
Giuseppe for the kicks man I swear I do it better
How you know my bitch, man I swear I just met her

Yeah
Now we about to leave
Stomp the fuck out this boy like I'm Hercules
Fifteen shots of some brown it was hurting me
I ain't buyin you shit ain't no birkin me

Listen to this one, or don't
Don't hit me back when I'm gone
Don't hit me back when I'm on
Listen to this one, or don't

She call me baby my mamacita
I be sipping ciroc ain't no margerita
I do not want your bitch you can go and keep her
Wide receiver she throw it I'm going deeper

Man that bitch be a trip
Turn around see a trick
Fell asleep then I dipped
If I shoot I don't miss I don't need no assist all this gold look like piss

I'm making money I'm feeling like Mitch
Told her lay low I ain't talking no stitch
All of these chains and this is drip is legit
Anything Possible

Listen to this one, or don't
Don't hit me back when I'm gone
Don't hit me back when I'm on
Listen to this one, or don't
Bitch



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Writer(s): Vikram Singh
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