10 Peice

Me and Brody ran through 20k on cash app
Five racks to move in on the road, I barely be der
Money call, I'm 10 minutes away, I'm bout to be der
Scratch a B.O.A, then hit the bank, I don't see opps in dea

Had to wake up early, vacuum seal it smell like morning breath
She said I ain't playing fair, you off dat drank, I'm turn as fuck
Why the fuck you laying there? I sipped it raw I'm fucking stuck
Hell, this nigga walking, I'm trying to run it up

Why the hell you tell? What you trying to fuck us up
I think this bitch tryn cast a spell to make our souls touch
I put that, uh, right in her stomach, made them toes crunch
Got sticky hands, I beat that pussy like it's stole something

Niggas stripes ain't sticking on that statement said you told something
16 zips, I can shake back, I just need an onion
Why the fuck you wait to graduate to try to get some money?
She tryn spend some time with me, I'm about to switch the subject

I don't want eat no pancakes, I'm just gon' sip the syrup
I need it at a fast pace, but I'm moving like a turtle
I hold my own weight you out of shape, you need to hit them curls
Grab them plates and skate, tags out of date, I'm still gon' hug the curb

I make UPS bring packages from across the world
I got them niggas scared, they don't want me to come across they girl
I duck the feds, like iont want that I ain't trying to eat
I hit a Asian, made her pull up, bring me Chinese

Bring that from the back, I'm bout to buy dem, I ain't even got to try on deese
She about five even, give me head, don't got to get top her knees
Bro talking about children, shit, fuck it, I hope I get a niece
I'm just out here serving, trying to run up another 10 piece



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Writer(s): Timothy Karim
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