Jettski Grizzley (feat. Lil Pump) - Tee Grizzley

Yeah, bitches on bitches Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh Ooh, J Gramm Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showing off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) My bitch thick with a bag (Thick) My bitch rich with a ass (Thick) Lame niggas don't get to grab (Lame ass) Fuck niggas don't get to smash (Fuck nigga) Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all) Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks) Niggas stay in her DM's (DM's) Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched) In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending) Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt) Niggas laying in your bushes, they blend in (Killers) Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut) She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all) Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did) If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs) You don't deserve to see the strippers Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) Thirties on thirties (Ooh) Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh) I don't stress hoes, left her waiting in the lobby (Nope) Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh) Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh) Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow) Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn) Got my auntie cooking up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh) Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt) Pull up in a 'Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh) Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?) And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No) Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder) Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh) I don't even care, bitch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No) You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Ayy, ayy, what's up gang Let me go secure the M's for the gang Ayy, ayy, what's up gang Those niggas still think it's my fault Ayy I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) I went been feelin' all kites To puttin' an M on my block New Gucci sweater is drip (that's drip) Somebody give me a mop (that's drip) These niggas act like the cops (Like fuzz) Gossipin' more than the thots (nigga what?) In jail I had stripes off the rocks (stripes) I make you count off the rocks These niggas think that I made it and Can't get my friends, so they wanna be ops If I see no niggas who hatin' and I'm In that spaceship, I'm droppin' that top I get that cake like my b-day ain't no happy belated I'm callin' the guap Who gave you niggas a voice Who told you your thoughts count GPS straight to the money I put my niggas in route They told me got bricks in the drop AR with the big Mickey Mouse You poses your lady at 12, Ain't that nice seein' my dick in her mouth? Candles all over the mansion You lil niggas can't shit on my house I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) Fuck-fuck with-with me-me boy Cut off your hands and your fingers 100 round in your ears with a ringer Cock it back, watch it turn to a singer Get it firing like this Jerry Springer All of my niggas on go-go Zip the AR back like the pogo Don't do dirty with these niggas, they popo Had a G Wagon trap turned to rojo Finally gave it to us in that cold-cold Heard the hoes going' wild down in soho One's black and the other one's Mexican Had the hoes eating dick like El Pollo Younger than you with a Maybach Younger than you with a Bentley Fuckin' your bitch from the back, Got her head in a pillow, she keep yellin' gently Ain't being friends with these niggas Cause when i was down not a soul had sympathy That's how I go when you're broke Bitch on the boat do coke Bitch I fucked up on my own Not get lost on these new niggas clones Fucked that bitch and she asked for a loan Bitch you gon' get that shit on your own And nobody give me not a thing So I spend 90k on my ring You can see all my pain in my watch Got my ex downing' bottles of scotch Walkin' round with my hand on my crotch Cause I'm popping and i know you not And I know you see just how I'm livin' You not happy with life so you sippin' Walkin' reeboks on treetops gettin' hella guap Got a big Benz like Sasquatch, Are you talking shit, nigga, with a bitch? Know it's top notch I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) The iPhone IG all the time (I see you) How dare them niggas gon' lie? Wagyu steak, I dine (real steak) 8 oz, two 55 (real steak) I can't get funky with niggas, My niggas so groovy, you niggas be jives If i ain't had love for me, I woulda been trying' to get Nicki Minaj I need a duffle a verse, I do a hook for a dime Put murders on FaceTime before i get to the club, Nigga, look at the line Money ain't changed my heart but I'm smarter I guess it changed my mind And I take care of my hitters in prison, Don't think it's safe inside (stab his ass) I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes)

Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah So, how it go last week? Eh, eh, uhm How's your man now? Yeah, huh (huh) Danny, I see you Ooh, ooh Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (huh?) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (damn) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Ooh, took thirty bands out to Buy some pipe (thirty) Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin' white (white) Smash that bitch two times I ain't know that that's your wife (ooh) And I got hungry for some Wing stop so I took a flight (damn) If I die, bury me with two bust Downs on my wrist (Bust down) Drop four Mollies on my casket And three pints of Actavis (act') My housemaid is super thick (yeah) My housemaid is super thick (huh?) She finna go clean my house (huh?) Then she finna suck my dick (ooh, chyeah) Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (huh?) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (let's go) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (let's go) I just got thirty pints Shipped through the mail Ooh (yeah), multi-millionaire Ooh, multi-millionaire (yeah, yeah) Ooh, and my headlights on a deer Ooh, I can make ya bitch Stop and stare (stop and stare) Ooh, had to go cop two pair Ooh, Gucci coat over Moncler (Moncler) Ooh, no nigga who I fear (no) Ooh, I could fuck your bitch in a chair (let's go) These moves is nothin', I'm gettin' that money I fucked your lil' bitch Took her right out in London I'm gettin' these hunnids I keep it a hunnid You look at my chain and That bitch is so sunny This muhfucka cold It leave ya nose runnin' I got a bitch live out in Dublin, get money I move with a drum, and I buck like I'm drummin' Got Uzis and MACs and I might Bentley truck it Let's go Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (huh?) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (damn) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Multi-millionaire Multi-millionaire Multi-millionaire Multi-millionaire If you rich, put your bust Down in the air I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail

Yeah, yeah 217 on the track, man Lil Pump Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh After that she didn't know how to act, ooh Back then I used to be quarterback Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac Want me fo' sho, bitch I'm chargin' 'bout 40 bands I'm into trappin', I'm shippin' out hella packs Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh Bitch said the crash is the eighty, yeah I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh In the kitchen whippin' up babies, ooh In the kitchen whippin' up baby, yeah And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr) All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Lil Boat Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat Young rich nigga need a dick rode Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin' on the front door Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin' phantom Used to post at the Citgo, uh Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh And it glow like a disco ball Bih, bend it over like your shoe's untied Side bitch still got a iPhone 5 Main bitch still got a iPhone 7 Still caught a uzi pistol or a MAC-11 Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh I'ma have a kid just to dress him up real bougie To the seven, goddamn, I'm a reverend Lil Boat, Lil Pump All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh

My chain cost the same way I keep it, that's 100 Got about five chains, nothin' but half a ticket Hahaha Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo) Give her back shots 'til her back weak (Uh) Huh, six figures when they tax me Know some street niggas makin' M's livin tax-free (My niggas) Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha) Huh, and we don't want the load 'less the bag cheap (Cheap) Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet Hundred racks last week, that wasn't even a fast week (Slow) Tell that bitch I'm tryin' to wake up to the neck (Neck) I don't go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check) Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet Block her number, now her theme song Drake, "I'm Upset" (I'm Upset) Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast) AP or the Patek, I don't know (I don't know) I'ma Warren Buff- and do the most And this bitch so wet, It's like I threw her off the boat (Talk to 'em) Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah) If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah) This a tennis chain, not a rope Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah) I heard she don't answer DMs (Oh yeah?) I'ma still shoot my shot like "What's the deal?" (What up?) Ass so pretty, don't matter if it's real (Nah) No competition, she know she badder than them (I got) Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah) Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah) Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz) All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?) Little money never told big money shit Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick I can start a campfire 'cause I'm ridin' with them sticks, plus I Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast) AP or the Patek, I don't know (I don't know) I'ma Warren Buff- and do the most And this bitch so wet, It's like I threw her off the boat (Talk to 'em) Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah) If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah) This a tennis chain, not a rope Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

Ah (ah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track (no way) Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap (grrah) Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks, and made that back (ayy) My nigga Tee the sergeant (ayy), neighborhood locksmith (ayy) Uberin' with Ks, five stars, get a top lift (grrt) If I gotta stand tall (what?), I'ma drop shit (ayy) Westside, thirty on the Wesson, call it Glocksmith (boom) We come from that cloth that they don't make no more (they don't) Text your bitch like, "Pop out", she texts back you made her stay at home (this hoe-ass) Baby Grizz and mama Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (they here) Ridin' in that SRT Demon, but them angels close, I ain't alone Say the clip full, brodie (rrah), we gon' spray that, though (ayy) Opps know ain't shit they can do, they ain't gon' save that, though (that's it) Eat me in a Rolls-Royce (skrrt), I just might make a hoe Told that lil' bitch to bring her friends, I don't date alone Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you (what?), I got that Drac' alone Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don't play that song (sure did) All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones (grrah) Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles ('krrt, skrrt, skrrt) Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it's a Drac' show (boom, boom, boom) Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on Let my O.G. out, can't wait to put my nigga Blaze on Asked bro before I got locked, I was 20 up (no cap, nigga) Ayy, now it's eight hunnid and 20+ All shops, .30 pokin', givin' twenty up Go get me a water, bitch, I'm rollin' like a 20 Blood (ayy) At the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your hoe up here (come here) On the jet I'm wearin' red like stop, but she gon' go up here (she goin') All my shooters smart, but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (what?) Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz) Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.) I don't wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (ayy, bro, pull up) You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (ten toes) And my pistols like Snoop, .64, switches on them Glocks (brr) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap Gave my mama all that time, she did 10 and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks and made that back DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

What's up, baby, I'm doin' ad-libs right now, you hear me? (500) I'm doin' ad-libs right now (yeah) Hold on, hold on, I'm 'bout to call you right back (Helluva made the beat, baby) (Twin Grizzleys) ayy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack (huh), shoes was a stack Belt was a stack (huh), shoes was a stack Ayy, these boys lame as f-, I got facial recognition (huh) Murder mag manager, I got it out the kitchen I'll elevate your bum a- career, with my mention Dawg mad, so I hit his b- and doubled up the tension (ha-ha) Dropped the Range Rover just to move through the snow (skrrt) Drumroll forty 'cause I move when it's go (ayy) Yeah, I heard your song, it was cool, but you broke (yeah) Yeah, I heard you play with that tool, but you bold (yeah) I walk in the club and get to trippin' like my lace loose (make it rain) Hit I gotta (okay), I bought that b- some Prada (okay) Too much money on my plate, heavyweight, b- I'm eight deuce (okay) Check that bag like a guala, on my momma (woo) N- hate when I talk money 'cause they ain't got none (hey) Make a opp run (hey), call a hundred round Glock fun 500 essays, my ni- had a high run (500) Dreamed I was in a Benz, so I dropped one (skrrt) Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Tool on the TEC, fool and get whacked, uh Smooth, but I don't play by rules, so get back (okay) Don't wear blue, so I'ma buy the Loub's just to match it (okay) Jumpin' over n- leapin' hit that p- for a hour off them pills, I, uh Eliminate, I'm sleep Teacher asked who I wanna be, I said, "My nigga Tee" Whole squad throwin' up the B's like I hit a three Left wrist icy (hey), right wrist icy (hey) B- tried to spike me (hey), feds try to 'dict me (hey) Saint Laurent shirt, nah, b- this ain't no white tee Put all my n- on that screen like I'm Spike Lee Cooler on the TEC, four-five, Nina Busser Baby, wanna be my kid's momma, I can't trust her P- was amazin' but I can't even cuff her Too much bread, I can't even spread chunky peanut butter (ooh) If you know your b- bad, n-, please, tuck her Tell her new n-, "Take a knee, I done fucked her" (okay) P- was amazin' but I can't even cuff her (okay) Too much bread like I'm tryna spread chunky peanut butter N-, left wrist icy, right wrist icy (ice) Left wrist icy (ice), right wrist icy (ice) Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack N-, left wrist icy (yeah), right wrist icy (both of 'em) Left wrist icy (yeah), right wrist icy (hundred on that b-) Belt was a stack (yeah), shoes was a stack (what else?) Belt was a stack (what else?), shoes was a stack (talk to 'em) Ayy, ask God to help me take flight (yeah) Now I know how it feel to everythin', except wear fake ice (facts) Only tell the truth to Jesus, when we talk on late nights (amen) Like, "You know I committed every sin except for rape, right? (Did everythin') Waitin' on our momma now, they gave me back my brother (he hard) My chain cost the same way I keep it, that's a hundred (whole hundred) The shooter got his passport, we'll blow you down in London (boom) Next time a n- diss me, ask 'em, "Do he got more money?" (He don't) I got pull, ayy (pull), but it's rules, ayy (but it's rules) Have n- walk up in your house like they your roommates (knock-knock) Yeah, left wrist icy (icy), new crib pricy (yeah) N- don't like me, you'll get fried like Hibachi (cookin') Wish somebody would, try to play like I ain't GOATed (what?) Keep it real, I'm the reason n- gettin' noticed (facts) I was headlinin', n- couldn't even open (facts) It was mine first, now it's Baby Grizz' moment, n- Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, b- Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, b- (stack, b-, stack, b-)

Need that We need that 10 bands will get a nigga a Tee track I need a whole 10 out a nigga if I jump on niggas raps I need a whole 10 out a nigga if I jump on niggas raps Why these niggas watching me tell em to look at cable Before I find they bitch and fuck up they engagement The plug said I'm half a man and half amazing No cereal but I got twenty bowls on the table Feeling good finally made it out them chains Yo mans playing tough, I let you see that nigga brain's I can get yo bitch wet before the next time it rain You a fool you think Imma keep that forty-one plain nigga Been in the sun getting dark the Buffs still white Did some time made it back the prices was still right Everything I rap about it happened in real life You got pregnant on me baby, how you think you still wife? Hahhh Whenever I do that it mean I'm about activate Nigga put his hands on me shit gone escalate Platinum rollie hang out that platinum escalade 30 on yo team, they gone kill you niggas yesterday Go tell them boys I need 10 for a feature nigga I need 10 for a feature nigga Tell them boys I said 10 for a feature nigga I need 10 for a feature nigga Like what the fuck is five hunna Dig deeper nigga You want a track go get 10 for a feature nigga Tell them boys I charge 10 for a feature nigga Wait a minute I get deeper with it Free my Ma Dukes Free my nigga Tay I can fight and I can shoot How niggas wanna play Free my lil bro I talked to him today He said "a nigga want a track" Charge him 10K If they ain't got it they shouldn't be rapping anyway If these niggas can't come up with 10 then they in the way I'm out of prison, Let me pick up where I left it at Got my jessipes in the game but I ain't finna play Medusa head hold up my white Barbours I don't game up these hoes I don't like talking This ain't no motherfucking rollie This a ice sculpture Try to take it watch how quick I send them night crawlers Go tell them boys I need 10 for a feature nigga I need 10 for a feature nigga Tell them boys I said 10 for a feature nigga I need 10 for a feature nigga Like what the fuck is five hunna Dig deeper nigga You want a track go get 10 for a feature nigga Tell them boys I charge 10 for a feature nigga Wait a minute I get deeper with it Like huh, That's what you niggas call a team? Two bands on my feet, You want to walk with me? Huh? Somebody said talk is cheap I speak a 100 thousand to existence Come and talk to me A nigga put his hands on me Let me stop you there A nigga raise his voice at me then he out of there That K will sit you down and spin you like a barber chair Jet black mink with the hood, Call me PaPa Bear Stupid ass nigga I need 10 for a feature If you hear a nigga chased me I was running to a heater Pop and leave his head hot Somebody check him for a fever Shout to my bitch and the bitches that want to be her nigga Me and that boy Curry got some shit in common Last night we put up thorty niggas couldn't stop us He put up thorty point's, I put up thorty thousand Them niggas be shooting hoops We be shooting choppas Go tell them boys I need 10 for a feature nigga I need 10 for a feature nigga Tell them boys I said 10 for a feature nigga I need 10 for a feature nigga Like what the fuck is five hunna Dig deeper nigga You want a track go get 10 for a feature nigga Tell them boys I charge 10 for a feature nigga Wait a minute I get deeper with it