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Ten ain't got no mind, ****, he don't pick and choose

Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you

Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools

Know they trap two different cars right back to back

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"

Go tell 'em lil' cuz still makin' them hitters get busy with them red dots

Go tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a headshot

I know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh?

Stop now, pow-pow, then sped off

I'm with that shit, we tear it down

Ol' bitch-ass ****, boy, you gon' fuck around and get your body found

Free my daddy, I wanna face my problems like my mama

We all with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addies, not no traumas

Deal with problems, think I'm traumatized, get chastised, he fumble

Drive, pull up fast, and then jump right on side, pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch

Uh-uh, mmm, he's a motherfuckin' animal

He come through like a cannon ball

His gun gon' straight demolish you, it damage you, he get dissolved

Shoot, let the AR off with monkey nuts, problem solved

Ten ain't got no mind, ****, he don't pick and choose

Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you

Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools

Know they trap two different cars right back to back

Yeah, yeah

Shoot the whole club up, don't cost us nothin', you seen in there

Interstate, from the back, tear the trunk up, bitch, you better not have no kids in there

I'm a millionaire, don't throw our position, ****, then say we ain't pick 'em fair

****, fuck that, know he dead, we ain't even carin', should've caught your ass in there

Fly a Crip bitch out just for to let her do my hair

You wanna try me, I play that fair, bitch, truth or dare (Bitch, truth or let's go, uh)

Know I'm bangin' red like Tony Starks, it's no perhaps, you disrespect, we slump you on your project stairs

It's all I hear, "They don't like you, Top," I'm like, "Man, who are you? Blah-blah"

You gon hear, "Pop, pop," approach me with that rah-rah, bitch

They know I don't do no stuntin'

I just wanna end it, fuck that tension, I'm gon' throw out money

They don't do no actin', I get active, I'm on meds, up on 'em

Run up on that bitch clappin', once we smash 'em, rip off 'em straight laughin' like that shit be funny

Ten ain't got no mind, ****, he don't pick and choose

I'll slime allegiance, ****, to the green flag

Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you

Of the United States, believe that, of America, bitch

Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools

You better stay on your pivot, ****

Know they trap two different cars right back to back

Believe it

Yeah, yeah

We gon' split you

Hey, is Kentrell in there?