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10 Rules
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West Coast Rap
10 Rules was released on September 1, 2025 by The Vault (3G ENT LLC) as a part of the album 10 Rules - Single
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Release DateSeptember 1, 2025
LabelThe Vault (3G ENT LLC)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
OTB Dflame
OTB Dflame
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinn Edwards
Quinn Edwards
Lyrics
Damon Roberts
Damon Roberts
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Rule number one to get them mother fuckin bands
When you in and out the store you gotta cover up your hands
A milli in that field
**** cant tell me bout no
I just hit up the hundred fuckin racks without no scam
Rule number 2 we come in two's and we gon' dance
I dont bang 3's but he drop 3's he gettin fanned
Rule number 4 pop though runnin man
from this 40 Im gon' blow it wont jam
Rule number five, he drop that shit, I bet he die
 Real had to be stupid, he play with Cammy in the sky
 Brody bang my line like we need strikes so we can slide
 Won't pull on the side, I'm gettin' ante at the light
 Switch it back to semi, cause when it's fully, it's gon' ride
 Stay on the net, sendin' me threats, shit, I'm just tryna send his wife
 They knowin' when I pop out, I'ma pile him in the night
 These cards came with sticks, and these choppers came with sights
 They puttin' in the proof, it's fully ASCII when I shoot
 AJ get aggressive, it's like he got somethin' to prove
 Ain't no hesitation, if he shoot, I'm bustin' moves
 I done dropped that whole rent, it's like my cup, it's nothin' new
 All hunnids blue, I be safe crackin' for racks
 Fuck this bitch with D's, cause I ain't tryna take it back
 Tell me somethin', how the fuck you tryna chase me, this a cat
 Diddy like c'mon, I'm like, where them **** at?
 Rule number six, don't leave the house without your stick
 Cause you know flame catch you out of bounds, gon' be a blitz
 I was taught to never tell, all rats go to hell
 Should've been number one, but that's rule number seven
 Rule number eight, ain't low with the drakes
 When you lift that bitch up, you can hit him in the face
 I'm a three ****, so you know I drop the nine
 When we comin' through that bitch, we double back every time
 Rule three, kept it solid, and that gave my dawg a dime
 That's rule number ten, keep it solid when we spin
 Come through, plan crazy, I barely tear up that fin
 In the field and them strikers, bitch, we tear up that lean
 I could've killed your boy with that Glock 40 jam
 G9 and T Benji, T take a fuck with me
 We could hoot 101 to 23, got drum and switchy
 I'm a type F, okay, time, bet I drop the whole 50
Written by: Damon Roberts, Quinn Edwards
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