Ten to a Dub Lyrics

Vik, this beat slaps

What you mean that you killing

Put shots to the head and his kidney

That draco was singing I call that bitch whitney

Go check up on him I'm a go ahead and cash it

He thought shit was sweet so I rob him like basking

If we talking diamonds on neck then I'm flashing

If we talking getting no bitches I'm capping

I'm really bout action

Hellcat had the traction

Turn ten to a dub like I really know magic

Man why is you laughing

We know bout your habits

You never been him still gone act like you had it

Your bitch is an addict

I love when she grab it

That bed keep on rocking I ain't talking Kravitz

That bitch was a baddie

I think her name Ashley

I hit once now she chasing me like a track meet

This two door no back seat

I hate you don't dap me

She cute till I seen that this bitch had some bad feet

I don't like to wear a glove fuck Gary Payton

Yellow gold chain on my neck like it's asian

I just took his bitch to the crib and had it shaking

I'm a big body she had big booty had the bed breaking

God damn

I don't need no oil I'm still heating up the pan

He don't think I'll take his bitch I told him yes I can

I ain't even send a text but she left her man

what the fuck it's gone take for you to understand

That these niggas don't know me

I could still score I don't care about a goalie

Had that bitch singing I ain't talking karaoke

She had Jones for the wood I ain't talking about Jacoby oh man

Black and red ones why the fuck these banned

Mcm belt holding up these pants

Drop a couple dollars everytime I dance

First class uber everytime I land

No Pressure

Bitch drove herself home like she had a tesla

Nigga these is diamonds, go and get the tester

Brand new belt make me feel like I'm a wrestler

She ain't got no gold why she think she was a treasure

RJ who nigga go get the Barretta

We gone warm his whole chest like the nigga had a sweater

Giuseppe for the kicks man I swear I do it better

How you know my bitch, man I swear I just met her

Yeah

Now we about to leave

Stomp the fuck out this boy like I'm Hercules

Fifteen shots of some brown it was hurting me

I ain't buyin you shit ain't no birkin me

Listen to this one, or don't

Don't hit me back when I'm gone

Don't hit me back when I'm on

Listen to this one, or don't

She call me baby my mamacita

I be sipping ciroc ain't no margerita

I do not want your bitch you can go and keep her

Wide receiver she throw it I'm going deeper

Man that bitch be a trip

Turn around see a trick

Fell asleep then I dipped

If I shoot I don't miss I don't need no assist all this gold look like piss

I'm making money I'm feeling like Mitch

Told her lay low I ain't talking no stitch

All of these chains and this is drip is legit

Anything Possible

Listen to this one, or don't

Don't hit me back when I'm gone

Don't hit me back when I'm on

Listen to this one, or don't

Bitch