10 (Outro) (feat. BreadHouse & Repko)

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I don't see no broke niggas around, you dismissed
All of my niggas we rich
Watch out might fuck on your bitch
Water ain't been in my cup, but water it been on my wrist
Shawty been falling in love, shawty don't know what that is
Shawty been screaming out gang, gang, gang, she wanna live

Walk in the party already been faded and
all of my niggas make money, we made it
We been in this shit ever since we was babies
We only want money aint tryna be famous
Get off your ass
I'm telling you get to a bag, you don't gotta be fast
Some niggas trappin' and some niggas crash
Get a degree and stay out of the trap
Some niggas don't got a pass
I dropped out of class, I had some money to make
Running it up outta state, now they all mad
They used to laugh at the kid, now I just laugh at the bank
Fuck is you on, my niggas right if they wrong
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Pop out with a 10,
100 say I win
You must be a fan
Cause I don't got no friends
Tell me what's your name
Let me check the list
I don't see no broke niggas around, you dismissed
All of my niggas we rich
Watch out might fuck on your bitch
Water ain't been in my cup, but water it been on my wrist
Shawty been falling in love, shawty don't know what that is
Shawty been screaming out gang, gang, gang, she wanna live

I cannot listen to people cause people be tellin' them lies, straight to my face
SoI get stuck in my ways
Sippin' a bottle and takin' that shit to the brain, and hopin' that shit gonna change
Try and catch up, been number one in my lane, been number one in the game
Been number one on the field, I do this shit for the pain
I'm tryna get me some property, I came from poverty, all bout to check
Looking like I hit the lottery, tell her don't bother me, if she aint asking for sex
I gave that bitch a lobotomy
Just give me head, she a lil' crazy and bad
I'm doin' niggas like Craig, sippin' on red
Deebo that nigga, he dead
Im the one pushin' the sled

Im the one buyin' the gifts
She call me Santa when she ridin' dick
Her nigga ain't gettin' her shit, ain't nobody round gettin' her lit
I put my neck on froze, Prada my bitch and chanely my hoes
Doing this shit cause I'm chose
But you know how that go,

Pop out with a 10,
100 say I win
You must be a fan
Cause I don't got no friends
Tell me what's your name
Let me check the list
I don't see no broke niggas around, you dismissed
All of my niggas we rich
Watch out might fuck on your bitch
Water ain't been in my cup, but water it been on my wrist



Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Burton
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