10 Bracelets (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

(Buddah bless this beat) yeah More whips then Kunta Kinte Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente (hi) Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (yeah) Arm full of 10 bracelets I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets Arm filled with 10 bracelets (what?) I got a arm full of 10 bracelets (nah mean) I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets Hold up, hold up, she basic money stuffed in briefcases Buddah beat, I cremate it, I did the hook, I remade it Mike Amiri jeans ain't it, pussy make me fiend lately I just bought a team, nigga, rest in peace to bean, nigga Niggas ain't sipping no drank, you sipping Listerine, nigga Pocket side 380, but it still came with a beam, nigga Straight from ATL, world call me 2 (2) Own my own restaurant, I'on even buy food Own my own weed, I'on even buy gas (gas) Got my own bitch, I'on even buy ass (nah mean) Got the pain on me and I got a deadly stab Bought my shooter Neosporin, his index finger got a rash More whips then Kunta Kinte Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente (hi) Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (yeah) Arm full of 10 bracelets I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets Arm filled with 10 bracelets (what?) I got a arm full of 10 bracelets I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets Switched the plans ship sinking, dead friends Ben Franklin Foreign engine for a young nigga, man, that shit dangerous Doing the dash while I'm switchin' lanes, money what I'm thinkin' Got different fantasies for 60 thousand just for one painting Money tall now it won't fold up, it was small now it done grown up I'on like the conversation, fuck relations, hang the phone up In the cell mad at the ones I love, I ain't never picked the phone up Patek plain, I fly to Shyne and switch the tone up And this is the life when it's good, don't reimburse me I be givin' everything back that she gave then left me hurtin' And I know it ain't right, everything certain Just like everything surface, jump in that Maybach, close the curtains More whips then Kunta Kinte Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente (hi) Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (yeah) Arm full of 10 bracelets I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets I got a arm full of 10 bracelets Arm filled with 10 bracelets (what?) I got a arm full of 10 bracelets I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets He go to the door with a .38 I hear him say, "Hell, no" and we go blam Cuh looked at me, I looked at cuh Earl come back there with me He stumbled, "Wo-wo, wo, wo" stumbled on me Alright, man, gone out here goddamn playing Come take a play, cuh like, "Ayy b I'on think he playing bruh the nigga side gone" I said, "What?", nigga whole side was missing But it hadn't blown up yet Like ain't no blow, ain't no blood, yet