PLB Gambino - 10 or Better Lyrics

Nigga, you want some money? Come step inside my section
I ain't fearing no man, ARP and God keep me protected
Know every bitch that left me mad as f*ck the way that I be flexin
Since 13, I been getting paid, you wanna learn? Come get a lesson
Got some money, vision crystal clear, these f*ck niggas all in my rear
Geeked off tuss floating in my guts ion sip no f*cking beer
What I'm toting in this clip'll make him scream like Paul Revere
F*ck your bitch and make her set you up, put good shit in her ear
Nigga got smoked over there, we light backwoods and we cheer
Used to wear my cousin's shit, now I pay top dollar for gear
If you talk about getting rich, that's that shit I wanna hear
Money don't make this shit better, I still wish my granny was here
I want baguettes on my bezel, I'm on a different level
Know real grave diggers sign a deal go ice out them a shovel
Never really gave a f*ck, PLB be on whatever
Got this bitch eating out my palm, she gon' do whatever I tell her
Dropping green inside my pop, fizzle up like Alka-Seltzer
Stay down, charging up, feelin' like a f*ckin' Tesla
Geekin' up, high as f*ck, really no need for to measure
Tote Glocks daily ARPs to nobody clutch Berettas
Glock 19 with a beam, hell yeah, this bitch right here special
Don't you think you know the game? I'm the teacher, take this lecture
When I go to that bitch house, I keep my Glock up on the dresser
Treat her like she average, I don't want the bitch to think she special
If yeen call my phone, bout no money, then I can't help you
I'm tryna fly a private jet, what the f*ck is a Delta
Ever since I was birthed, mama knew that boy was special
Posted up on Crenshaw, bet it's a hundred shots or better
I ain't worried about you gettin' off, everybody with me steppas
Hundred shots up at yo damn top gon' get you an umbrella
Don't waste your money on no vest, dawg, head shots or better
Tryna shake back off these percs, dawg, bitch, make me feel better
Don't you think you shit, dawg, can't even show me a ten or better
Big head like he Clifford, but his pockets on Stuart Little
He was not a real dog, so he took his ass up out the kennel
He ain't even a dog, bitch