10 Toes Down

10 toes down
I be in the turf, nigga
You can get murked
I stay 10 toes down
I be in the steets, nigga
Ask about me
10 toes down
I be in the turf, nigga
You can get murked
I got 10 toes down
I be in the steets, nigga
Ask about me

Pull up with the windows down
With the sticky
Then I rah rah
Getting to running like Ricky
All red Beamer
Long black Nina
ripping through your spleen
put bullets through your femur
All black masks
windows tinted (tented) like FEMA
They ain't even see us
How could they ID us?
He had no idea you should been your brother's keeper
Now we had to put the tools to him like IKEA
Now your mama weeping cuz he's six feet deep
A ghost in the street
A face on a tee
Don't play with me
Cuz I play for keeps
I pull the thing back
and I don't lose no sleep
E-A-S-T O-A-K
Wrong turn
Don't get caught with no AK
So they say
Them D3ad Boys they don't play
You wanna meet Jesus?
You're on your way, boy

10 toes down
I be in the turf, nigga
You can get murked
I stay 10 toes down
I be in the steets, nigga
Ask about me
10 toes down
I be in the turf, nigga
You can get murked
I got 10 toes down
I be in the steets, nigga
Ask about me
I stay 10 toes down, down, down
I stay 10 toes down, down, down

I be riding through the town with my head on a swivel
In them big bucket seats and that thing in the middle
Imma hit you with a 30 from a distance like Curry
When I get to buckin' all you niggas gonna scurry
Lay you on your ass and your vision all blurry
Then I hit the corner, pass the burner, no worries, like
hop out the front, we cool, what's good?
They talk, we shoot, he gone for good

10 toes down
I be in the turf, nigga
You can get murked
I stay 10 toes down
I be in the steets, nigga
Ask about me
10 toes down
I be in the turf, nigga
You can get murked
I got 10 toes down
I be in the steets, nigga
Ask about me
I stay 10 toes down, down, down
I stay 10 toes down, down, down



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Writer(s): Bradley Pugh
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