10,000 Cuts

Yeah yeah
You know what I'm sayin?
This that real rich nigga type shit, right?
Lemme know if you can um, understand me
Like

Keep gas in my blunt
I'm smokin' on runtz, I put on no fronts
I plug if you want
I gave her some acid, that bitch going nuts
I be in her guts
I'm breaking some records, bust ten thousand nuts
I don't give no fucks
I say how it is ain't no ten thousand cuts

Shawty imma have to tell it to you straight
My life a party, come through and kick shit with Nate
Stackin' up these dimes but no time to go on no date
Even though you fine, I'm on my grind, gotta come to me (come to me)
Come thru the crib, late night
This what you want, don't get stage fright
Baby come thru the crib, take pipe
I'll show you how I live, up all night
Baby come thru the crib, no more FaceTime
Said you freaky, you gonna give me face, right?
Come thru the crib, I got love to give
It's food in my fridge and my place nice (and my place nice, aw yeah)

Keep gas in my blunt
I'm smokin' on runtz, I put on no fronts
I plug if you want
I gave her some acid, that bitch going nuts
I be in her guts
I'm breaking some records, bust ten thousand nuts
I don't give no fucks
I say how it is ain't no ten thousand cuts

I'm keepin' it real
That's just how I feel, my slimes know the deal
I'm smokin' on kill
I'm high as a bitch, need something I can feel
Really I just be takin' the good drugs, my nigga
You should hit up my line I got good plugs, my nigga
I could ship it to you for a real good price, nigga
Just hit my line I got it
Lil' bitch threw it back, I caught it
That bitch get no love, know she just want these racks in my pockets
We came up from shit, now we moving like bosses
Young lil' nigga got the drip line a old leaky faucet
I keep a stick, don't cross me
Niggas hate on your clique when you ballin' like Boston
Turned some L's into W's, I took some losses
Difference with us is you took a loss and you lost it
I can never stop with this shit
I'll keep running up the racks til I'm rich
And you know I'm rich forever like, jay critch
Steph Curry shot, with your bitch, off the hip
Yeah I'm lit like a - flicked bic
One eye lookin' at you, Slick Rick
But it be my third eye
They tryna' knock me off my game? let a nerd try (I'd like to see a nigga try)

Keep gas in my blunt
I'm smokin' on runtz, I put on no fronts
I plug if you want
I gave her some acid, that bitch going nuts
I be in her guts
I'm breaking some records, bust ten thousand nuts
I don't give no fucks
I say how it is ain't no ten thousand cuts

Yeah, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah, aye
Aye, yeah, aye
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Writer(s): Nathan Snider
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