My brudda he on 10
And I'm on 10 too
Not worried about these niggas
I'm wit' twin and we gon spin too
You say you got some glocks
And some fn's
We got some fn's too
We post up on that block
Wit' hella chops, boy what you finna do?
They duckin
We the ones to hop out four doors get to bussin
Another one had died, detectives show us photos
I know nothing
If we can't find em
We spin one more time, we might just get his cousin
Oh we gon' blind em
It ain't no one on ones, my niggas get to jumping
He so mad about his brudda, you upset then come an do some
Said you could've killed my brudda
Bitch but you ain't do nun
He say he got them bodies, asked around boy you ain't shoot nun
The f*ck these niggas cappin' bout?
We run him down cause he was talking loud
I bet this 40 gon' shut his mouth
Can't come this way cause you not allowed
Oh he talk that tough shit?
My crashout he gon' bust sticks
Like oh he on that rough shit?
This choppa gay, it like to f*ck shit
Touch shit
The second you hop out boy you get bust quick
Fat boy, I know I'm fat too
We both no beating feet
On petty shit, I might just hit yo' bitch
And make her eat the meat
I'll bust back, boy I'm not going out
Build up my legacy
And once we spot em, we gon smoke yo ass
Just like a pound of weed
Oh he get rolled up in a loose leaf
Like why this bitch just gotta use me?
Lose me
I smacked her ass one time"Why you abuse me?"
Cause you had sent the lo
Like why the f*ck you talking loosely?
Get out my top and set it off, I'm in this bitch like boosie
Mac 11, this bitch like to bite
Cause I don't like to fight
But if I do, you either get beat up
Or you gon' die tonight
Put belt to ass
He ain't gon' run to far he just gon' feel the pipe
No diddy though
You ain't no ref, know for a fact you got no stripes
My bruddas, they on demon
Give a reason, they gon' creep
They knowin' that we been the hardest
Go wake em up, like why you sleep?
We still gon' air the crowd, not gon' mean a thing if you come deep
Take off his f*cking face and take his dreads
First minute that we meet
They tell me calm down
Like did I do too much?
Or did I say too much?
I'm been paranoid
I'm talking to my lord like do I pray too much?
He say I'm annoying
So I pray to the devil, he don't talk too much
He the one that told me"Hop out from that truck and turn that bitch to runts"
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My brudda he on 10
And I'm on 10 too
Not worried about these niggas
I'm wit' twin and we gon spin too
You say you got some glocks
And some fn's
We got some fn's too
We post up on that block
Wit' hella chops, boy what you finna do?
They duckin
We the ones to hop out four doors get to bussin
Another one had died, detectives show us photos
I know nothing
If we can't find em
We spin one more time, we might just get his cousin
Oh we gon' blind em
It ain't no one on ones, my niggas get to jumping
He so mad about his brudda, you upset then come an do some
Said you could've killed my brudda
Bitch but you ain't do nun
He say he got them bodies, asked around boy you ain't shoot nun
The f*ck these niggas cappin' bout?
We run him down cause he was talking loud
I bet this 40 gon' shut his mouth
Can't come this way cause you not allowed
Oh he talk that tough shit?
My crashout he gon' bust sticks
Like oh he on that rough shit?
This choppa gay, it like to f*ck shit
Touch shit
The second you hop out boy you get bust quick
Fat boy, I know I'm fat too
We both no beating feet
On petty shit, I might just hit yo' bitch
And make her eat the meat
I'll bust back, boy I'm not going out
Build up my legacy
And once we spot em, we gon smoke yo ass
Just like a pound of weed
Oh he get rolled up in a loose leaf
Like why this bitch just gotta use me?
Lose me
I smacked her ass one time"Why you abuse me?"
Cause you had sent the lo
Like why the f*ck you talking loosely?
Get out my top and set it off, I'm in this bitch like boosie
Mac 11, this bitch like to bite
Cause I don't like to fight
But if I do, you either get beat up
Or you gon' die tonight
Put belt to ass
He ain't gon' run to far he just gon' feel the pipe
No diddy though
You ain't no ref, know for a fact you got no stripes
My bruddas, they on demon
Give a reason, they gon' creep
They knowin' that we been the hardest
Go wake em up, like why you sleep?
We still gon' air the crowd, not gon' mean a thing if you come deep
Take off his f*cking face and take his dreads
First minute that we meet
They tell me calm down
Like did I do too much?
Or did I say too much?
I'm been paranoid
I'm talking to my lord like do I pray too much?
He say I'm annoying
So I pray to the devil, he don't talk too much
He the one that told me"Hop out from that truck and turn that bitch to runts"
And I'm on 10 too
Not worried about these niggas
I'm wit' twin and we gon spin too
You say you got some glocks
And some fn's
We got some fn's too
We post up on that block
Wit' hella chops, boy what you finna do?
They duckin
We the ones to hop out four doors get to bussin
Another one had died, detectives show us photos
I know nothing
If we can't find em
We spin one more time, we might just get his cousin
Oh we gon' blind em
It ain't no one on ones, my niggas get to jumping
He so mad about his brudda, you upset then come an do some
Said you could've killed my brudda
Bitch but you ain't do nun
He say he got them bodies, asked around boy you ain't shoot nun
The f*ck these niggas cappin' bout?
We run him down cause he was talking loud
I bet this 40 gon' shut his mouth
Can't come this way cause you not allowed
Oh he talk that tough shit?
My crashout he gon' bust sticks
Like oh he on that rough shit?
This choppa gay, it like to f*ck shit
Touch shit
The second you hop out boy you get bust quick
Fat boy, I know I'm fat too
We both no beating feet
On petty shit, I might just hit yo' bitch
And make her eat the meat
I'll bust back, boy I'm not going out
Build up my legacy
And once we spot em, we gon smoke yo ass
Just like a pound of weed
Oh he get rolled up in a loose leaf
Like why this bitch just gotta use me?
Lose me
I smacked her ass one time"Why you abuse me?"
Cause you had sent the lo
Like why the f*ck you talking loosely?
Get out my top and set it off, I'm in this bitch like boosie
Mac 11, this bitch like to bite
Cause I don't like to fight
But if I do, you either get beat up
Or you gon' die tonight
Put belt to ass
He ain't gon' run to far he just gon' feel the pipe
No diddy though
You ain't no ref, know for a fact you got no stripes
My bruddas, they on demon
Give a reason, they gon' creep
They knowin' that we been the hardest
Go wake em up, like why you sleep?
We still gon' air the crowd, not gon' mean a thing if you come deep
Take off his f*cking face and take his dreads
First minute that we meet
They tell me calm down
Like did I do too much?
Or did I say too much?
I'm been paranoid
I'm talking to my lord like do I pray too much?
He say I'm annoying
So I pray to the devil, he don't talk too much
He the one that told me"Hop out from that truck and turn that bitch to runts"
Writer: Damien Woodard
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