10 Percent

I need ten percent of everything, that's what Beanie said Come on play your cards right I need ten percent of everything, that's what Beanie said Coos said play your cards right lil bruh, you gotta spread Wildin' with no fuckin' bread like lil bruh use your head I told my granny they don't understand me, I'm a thoroughbred Tension when I'm in the room, I can feel the heat Boy lil Nine be totin' stupid straps, I'm talkin' HIV And if it's beef then where the biscuits at Cause we ready to eat Beef then where the biscuits at Cause we ready to feast Fresh up out the county joint, now a nigga ballin' This a freestyle jit No fuckin' phone like who the hell I'm callin' Lil Mimi just parked off the curb, he fresh off a serve And what's off in my double cup, this here gon' chill your nerves Red up in some hollow tippers, we the tampon crew We gon' stick 'em up and rob the boy, finesse him out his shoes We were known for toting sticks, no lil twenty-twos Leave a stain on your wifebeater, same color suwoop GlokkNine I'm a fuckin' menace, you can call me Dennis Free Lil Mookey, that my brother man, I'm fresh off a sentence He get caught, that boy gon' fuckin' sing, like a lullaby What they rappin', that shit nonfiction, vow to tell no lies I won't ever testify, that shit ain't a hundred Out here like you in the streets but lowkey runnin' from me I'm coming out your bitch throat, yeah just like some vomit And after I make her clean it up I told the bitch who's comin' Ayy, yeah, sour k on the beat, yeah Uh, ayy, yeah, sour k on the beat, yeah That lil bitch a nat, she a freak up in them sheets She know I'm kind of ugly, it's like beauty and the beast I was with my niggas, I ain't been home in a week We was stolo, slidin' foreign, out here tearin' up these streets Ask your daddy and your mama 'bout them fuckin' YJB's We'll pull up in the Sprinter, air it out and clear the scene Lil Took he be trippin', he just rollin' off a bean He knew that he was hit the way Lil Tooray swung the beam, uh Stringray and the Beamer, heart cold, below degrees I'm quick to bless a nigga like he motherfuckin' sneezed These jits behind me reckless, some of 'em younger than me No Nike, we gon' check it, ain't no flexin', bitch it's me No no Nike, we gon' check it, ain't no flexin', bitch it's me Uh, ayy, yeah, yeah you know I'm YJB, yeah Uh, ayy, what it do, what it do Uh, ayy, ayy, I'm at your tooth Uh, ayy, whole hundred in the booth Yeah, ayy, Glokknine, ain't no damn Quay Uh, ayy, yeah, uh ayy, uh ayy, yeah, ayy Uh ayy, uh ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Uh ayy, yeah ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Uh ayy, uh ayy, it's not on Quay Yeah ayy, ayy ayy