10:04 In Monticello Lyrics

I'm in the Raq with a 2019 Sentra and it's pushing like a Tesla

Uh uh yuh

In the studio I'm giving y'all the best stuff

I'm trynna get my check up

Swear to god I'm next up uh uh yuh

I said on bro I'm really getting fed up, it's bout time they let me flex up

Uh uh yuh

When I try and text her, this bitch say she want sex but in the back like she an extra

Uh uh yuh

It's like the matrix how he pick the red or blue pill

That's just how he finds a new heal

I write this like new deal

You trynna get my crew killed

They'll snatch his soul like Dru Hill

Have her stomp his ass in new heels

They custom red bottoms that make pussies need they tooth filled

Don't care about that Rolex, stop flexing what's on yo wrist

That shit prolly from Pandabuy we know it ain't legit

But that's okay just go admit it

Don't try saying that it's real

How u spinning off a lease

Acting like it was a steal, unless it's stolen

I can't stop until the tracks look like my neck I need them golden

Keep the windows open spraying Ozium my shit be potent

My brudda keeps on getting popped so now he lets me hold it

Promise I won't smoke it, fuck that grab a bowl and now I'm toking

Shit I'm geeking

Blinded by the lights this happens every weekend

Now I'm outside creeping

Bad bitch pullin up, not 21 but she love that drinking

Love that feeling when her body numb don't give a fuck bout no reason

This ain't healing this ain't helping

We want heal but we can't help it

We want heal but we can't help it

He won't heal unless his brodie resurrected

He gon steal just for a diamond necklace

Scratch that off his checklist

Criminal on that honor roll, his potential he neglecting

They living through my audio, every piece of lyric be helping

Whatchu know bout dropping charges so you can spin back find your target

Whatchu know about the market asked for a dub and he up charged it

I'm hitting stores just for cash back to pay for that gas

But if he try and get back he can get rolled up in the pack

Like ain't it odd that the pussies that spun on them end up gone

They wit Pac they wit Juice they wit Mac

They in the stars with the stars

Slidin in that Roddy Ricch shit it got double r's

We really got a lot of cars, lotta broads

Who be trynna pop some bars, now they up on mars

Trynna make them ours but we ain't getting far

Fuck em all we ball

This the Magna Carta I be on my jay z shit

Cop some ice now I drip harder like lil baby bitch

Foreign racing in the burbs put that bitch in sport uh

Throw the Draco in the dirt before he go to court uh

He put a cover on his license plate before he hit the meet baby

Cuz 12 be on our radar gotta keep that shit discreet baby

Then we hit the streets baby

Gucci on my feet baby

Metal to his mouth look like the braces in my teeth baby

I know u love the beats baby

Hopefully love the sheets baby

He a kitty wanting cow I mean a pussy wanting beef baby

10:04 in Monticello and I'm riding waves

Wave runner, jet skis, bad bitches on the lake

Trynna hit her bestie maybe take her on a date

Boy there's really plenty when I'm on my vacay

Waitin till it's Tuesday but I call it payday

I'm on my vert like Uzi, numbers race like Tay K

Boy I'm never losing I take that loss and keep on moving

Yea u hit my crew and if u try and spin back you know just what we doin

I ain't even playing it's literally 10:04 in Monticello Indiana

Actually it's 10:14 at this exact time I'm finishing writing this

I'm eating good food, living life, bad bitches with they asses out

it's summer baby let's get it

Choppa sting like a hornet no Lamelo

Roll that boy like a nug but no Carmelo

It's really 10:04 in Monticello

The way she clap it bounce back like it was Jello

I'd let her blow it like my shit a cello

My homies strapped up but it ain't no velcro

The blick touch kids but it ain't no Pedo

If it ain't bout getting rich don't hit my cellphone

Lil bitch