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10 WAYS!
Hip-Hop/Rap
10 WAYS! was released on July 4, 2025 by Grad/EAE Records as a part of the album $uMMER BUN$
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Release DateJuly 4, 2025
LabelGrad/EAE Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM141

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grad
Grad
Rap
Peso Peso
Peso Peso
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Marcus Grad
Alexander Marcus Grad
Songwriter
mario anthony herrera
mario anthony herrera
Songwriter
Ives Rafael lemos
Ives Rafael lemos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Marcus Grad
Alexander Marcus Grad
Engineer
DJ Flipp
DJ Flipp
Producer

Lyrics

Make that money flip
I see you woofin' like you wanna get your brother killed
Man, all that ice up on my neck, you think I love the chill
But I can't sit and wait, I'm countin' pape
Runnin' to the money, yes, I love the thrill
We pull this chain, this ain't no game, knock off your neck
They get it poppin' on IG, I get it poppin' in your jet
You know the hoes, that's even better, hop out bushes with that tech
Ain't killin' **** for no money, we put hits up for the set
Then you hit yo partner next, servin, shh, rockin' double C
Put this Valencia on my face, yeah, these shades a double B
It's not a smoker in my hood that haven't bought a dub from me
You my partner, ain't need money, **** sell their drugs for me
Just wrapped another flea, you know that we outside flexing
Beef on Twitter, you gon' die textin, die tweetin
Run up if you want, I teach you five lessons
Like, ****, that's the wrong lesson
We not concerned with your part-time steppin
Twenty deep, eleven of us, hmm, and like nine weapons
Ten ways you gon' die, stretching
Homie down, he high tech it
Never miss like Miles Bridges
That way he gon' die destined
Take the footage, gigabytes
He want the smoke, let's sympathize
She fuck for the enterprise, now she fuckin' for exercise
Cracker passed her, she ain't tight
Legs together, look in her eyes
Crossin' streets, watch out for brights
Your life could end if she die tonight
My DNA, they can emulate
And I been knew this since second grade
You be lookin' like you Andrew Tate
Not the rich kind, but the one who raped
You a feline, huh
On a decline
You be eatin, huh
Like a D-Line
This the beach line
That you just fee-fied
Fuck an Uber, I ain't got no job, bitch, take the G-Line
Off that Camerana
She makin' my bedrock with no fuckin' effort
You dream about them Panameras
We get up and then we get them
Hope I die before I'm seventy
This shit feelin' like it's Craigslist
Seen all of my closest with them tanks
Like they some fuckin' Medmists
And I don't know what to go think of it
I left the function with nothin' but 50 cent
Burn all my opps like I lit up a cigarette
Cause they ain't viewin' me like I'm a bigger threat
You can take fiveG, I can take it farther than the internet
Remember the time, you had some innocence
Pull you apart till you red like some licorice
I do bout whatever to knock off your ignorance
Ten ways you gon' die, stretching
Homie down, he high tech it
Never miss like Miles Bridges
That way he gon' die destined
Take the footage, gigabytes
He want the smoke, let's sympathize
She fuck for the enterprise, now she fuckin' for exercise
Cracker passed her, she ain't tight
Legs together, look in her eyes
Crossin' streets, watch out for brights
Your life could end if she die tonight
My DNA, they can emulate
And I been knew this since second grade
You be lookin' like you Andrew Tate
Not the rich kind, but the one who raped
Written by: Alexander Marcus Grad, Ives Rafael lemos, mario anthony herrera
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