ten4nade ft. 100raccs Lyrics

If it ain't racks, that shit wack

Uh, yeah, 24

Bitches in this B&B with 20 pounds

If I get the news, the feds on ass

And then I'm skipping towns

I just poured some drink up in my lemonade

Hope it don't put me down

She wanna know where I'm at, I'll told her ass

Just hold me down

Niggas talk, but when we meet in person, that shit get piped down

I just put up on the scene, I ain't need it comin' announce

These niggas talkin' bout they in the trap

These niggas can't get off a ounce

Niggas talkin' bout I hooped youn do no street shit

You don't wanna take that route

Niggas gon' get in that hot seat, turn into a cold bitch

Nigga gon' run your mouth

I got a nine or a mouse, I ain't tryna talk too much

I got a drac for his house, ain't no drought on the lean

Cause we never run out, ain't no drought on the za cause I never run out

Livin' like GTA, niggas always wanna play with my name

Watchin' my circle, these niggas too wocky

These niggas can't call me game

Boodeezy just tell me don't worry

Cause we got them killers and niggas just worry about fame

I'm trippin', I'm tweakin', I get off this perk

I fuck where I take that bitch ass chain

Ain't no fuckin' shame in my fuckin' game

Niggas always tryna take that ill

Niggas can't take that blame

Niggas know I'm cold and rapid, in the trap I do the same

I been playin' with some Grammys

Ask the guys, never buy my name

I might move out to the hills and say

Fuck a 10-4 on my chain

Catch a speed, I'm in that one thing

Niggas know I'm switchin' lanes

40 bullets keep on comin', we don't fuck with Luau Deng

I might follow on her spam

I might still go watch her main

Know them Members s gon' hop out and they just like to rearrange

My nigga he just got that switch

And he say he don't need no range

You know you can't get money in this shit

Little ass niggas, they don't got no range

Pull up on this men, we make niggas stank

Pull up on my block, you know that you can't

Round, round town, all these spenders keep on callin' me

Cruisin' down your street

And this bitch talkin' bout she want all of me

Nigga hit my phone, I'm in the stu

He want a quarter piece

Get it by myself, don't need no feature, I got a hundred pieces

Came a long way from the 3.5

Servin' niggas bowls

That's when shit was cool

I stepped up on my toes

I be coolin' with the crips, the crips that wipe your nose

I done been in situations

Most these niggas hoes

I don't remember what I did

I hopped out then he froze

I been sippin' too much drink, I hope I don't overdose

Hope you don't try to get into it

You know we gon' do the most

Please don't try to think I'm pussy

Just because of pose

All this money tax-free, nigga, we not tryin' to vote

Niggas tough in all these meshes

Niggas don't want smoke

I'm a pussy, we'll get up on that boy

Make that boy a croak

My tris, head is bitch, dick all in the throat