10
(Cullen)
Knock that nigga down
He get face lift
She gon' give me brain
She can't say shit
Spent like ten racks on this chain
Dare you take it
Play with the gang, you slain
We gon' bake him
She just want my kids
Say, ELA the shit
ELA, call up my phone
Actin' like she ten
In the streets, bitch, I been ten
Five percent, my windows on tint, uh-huh
Don't stop just spin that bin
And my shooter gon' get shit hit, uh-huh (Shooter gon' get shit hit, uh-huh)
Shooter'll get shit hit, uh-huh
Percocet making me sick, uh-huh
Glock gon' make him shit, uh-huh
On the Xan's, I don't get sick, uh-huh
Play in that bi' then we blitz, uh (Play in that bi' then we blitz, uh)
Knock that nigga down
He get face lift
She gon' give me brain
She can't say shit
Spent like ten racks on this chain
Dare you take it
Play with the gang, you slain
We gon' bake him
She just want my kids
Say, ELA the shit
ELA, call up my phone
Actin' like she ten
In the streets, bitch, I been ten
Five percent, my windows on tint, uh-huh
Don't stop just spin that bin
And my shooter gon' get shit hit, uh-huh (Shooter gon' get shit hit, uh-huh)
Hit, uh-huh, sick
Shit, uh-huh
Stick, uh-uh
Knock that nigga down
He get face lift
She gon' give me brain
She can't say shit
Spent like ten racks on this chain
Dare you take it
Play with the gang, you slain
We gon' bake him
She just want my kids
Say, ELA the shit
ELA, call up my phone
Actin' like she ten
In the streets, bitch, I been ten
Five percent, my windows on tint, uh-huh
Don't stop just spin that bin
And my shooter gon' get shit hit, uh-huh (Shooter gon' get shit hit, uh-huh)
Shooter'll get shit hit, uh-huh
Percocet making me sick, uh-huh
Glock gon' make him shit, uh-huh
On the Xan's, I don't get sick, uh-huh
Play in that bi' then we blitz, uh (Play in that bi' then we blitz, uh)
Knock that nigga down
He get face lift
She gon' give me brain
She can't say shit
Spent like ten racks on this chain
Dare you take it
Play with the gang, you slain
We gon' bake him
She just want my kids
Say, ELA the shit
ELA, call up my phone
Actin' like she ten
In the streets, bitch, I been ten
Five percent, my windows on tint, uh-huh
Don't stop just spin that bin
And my shooter gon' get shit hit, uh-huh (Shooter gon' get shit hit, uh-huh)
Hit, uh-huh, sick
Shit, uh-huh
Stick, uh-uh
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Haag, Jace Salter, Beck Unruh, Cullen Bullard
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