10K Ant Process

(Yeah, yeah, Yeah)
(10K Yeah uh, yeah Huh)
(Uh Uh, yea,yea yea)
(10 yea)
And i ain't Finna stop yet
Pop a pill pop the seal on the Hi tech
Need a Deal Need a mill
Trust the process
Send the pin
Finna spin
Where the opps at
Slime a nigga pay the price For it
Yellow X pills Like im vicelord
I'll walk a nigga Down in some white ones
Nigga straight up out Da Nawf Juuging white boys
Outside where the 10 at
I'll Give em racks For a windbreaker
Break Her Friend back
I'll spend sum racks Get Him whacked
Get ya Lick back
I was putting tax on the packs
Bout the chit chat
Worked mine put the time in
Top floor pent House Got to sign in
Crown Vic 32 Gotta climb in
Whole brick of the Food told em Dine in
I Let that cash talk
And i run thru Dese Hoes it's my Dad Fault
I was raised on these streets on that asphalt
I Done popped all these beans Finna pass out
Live and Die bout respect
I juss wanna Get me a check and nothing else
Why these niggas put me in they mess
Niggas Get on IG and wanna Flex
Cause these bitches put meat in they neck
It's these Features Got these niggas stressed
Ion see nothing but Green Like im shrek
Niggas won't play with me
He Get stretched
I want that smoke shit with anybody
I Lost my Dawg and im sick about it
So we Looking For opps and we seeing bout it
(?)
Not stressing bout it
Dodging these rumors they spreading bout me
I been tryna stuff blue ones in every pocket
Tryna stuff blue ones in every pocket
And i ain't Finna stop yet
Pop a pill pop the seal on the Hi tech
Need a Deal need a mill trust the process
Send the pin Finna spin where the opps at
Slime a nigga pay the price For it
Yellow X Pills Like I'm vicelord
I'll walk a nigga Down in some white ones
Nigga straight up out the Nawf Juuging white boys
Out the Gutter
Deuce used to be broke i Had to take it off the muscle
Shoot a nigga Down He thinking Deuce was tryna tussle
Give af what thet tamat Guz Dats How Dey shot my brudda
Str8 up out Da Nawf
Yea Da RReal one
Niggas banging street but these niggas never killed nun
Nigga tried to rob
Get Him whakked with a real Gun
Running off with Fake poles
Till a nigga drill some
Fukk nigga in Dese streets playing
Shoot em in Da Leg He Thinking Nawfside Deuce a stain
Niggas said Dey Gang but they ran away
Had to make a way in the rain
I was broke i was tryna catch a play
Nigga work a 9-5 onna Gram
Cappin Like He onna block everyday
But the nigga safe
Fukk Dese niggas Faking
Free my niggas out Da Cages
And u know i miss my Dawgs in Da mf Grave
Diss BGG i shoot a nigga in the Face
My Patna started Leaching Had to put Him in His place
My opp started speaking
So a nigga started creeping
Put His brains on the Floor
Ian shooting up His place
I mean i ain't shooting up where yo momma stay
Niggas broke as Fuck Get These niggas out the way
Street nigga youon Got no kills
On yo way to Mills
You cant Get no Dap
Get Df up out my Face



Credits
Writer(s): 10k Ant, Nawfside Deuce
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