Ben10

Tay-Taylor

Brr, brr, brr

On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)

Seven guns on me, seven sins

Audemars Piguet, Ben 10

Mike and Nuts hanging out the benz

Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)

Wipe a **** nose and his chin (slat)

Bitch, ****, better drop that pin (call it out)

Bitch, ****, better drop that pin (call it out)

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man

I put a bitch up wit' these bands

Don't reach this Glock in my hand

Pre-teens killing for a gram

Young **** whack 'em for some stain

Red Vette, blued out the brain

Line a **** up 'bout some change

Bulls, how he jumped in a range

I was locked down in a cage

Hell Rell gave me a shank

Rell money left a **** stank

Central Drive block up the rank

Dank wood blowing like a vape

Draco make the earthquake

Scamp a **** quick, serve 'em shake

City spin shit, we don't play

I been drawin' down everyday

Lord, please take me to the safe

I'ma blow a **** face away

Big bullets slow a **** pace

Big red bullets, spraying paint

I been having money just because

These **** really is dubs

I'm a big bear, not a cub

Yeah, I'm runnin' 'em down just because

Yeah, yeah, I'm shootin' at you and yo cuz, yeah

On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)

Seven guns on me, seven sins

Audemars Piguet, Ben 10

Mike and Nuts hanging out the Benz (pur-pur)

Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)

Wipe a **** nose and his chin (slat)

Bitch, ****, better drop that pin (call it out)

Bitch, ****, better drop that pin (call it out)

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man

Yung Sinn, he did it again

I walked in this bitch wit' two F 'n' N's

I walked in this bitch wit' my twin

I walked in that bitch wit' that Glock 10

Yeah, yeah, you know it's the gen

And I'm pulling up, Maybach-Benz

Want smoke? Just say that then

Want smoke? Just roll this weed

Yung Sinn, gon' make him bleed

We ain't doin' no UFC, big Glock bullet, RIP

Late night creepin' through the street

Late night creepin' wit' the heat

Kill a man down, white sheet

If a **** reach, I'ma teach

Shoot a **** ass from the three

I been up servin' off the beans

I'm a real trappin' ass fein

Yung Sinn change the whole scene

If he send a drop, send them things

If he come alone then he green

Yeah, I can't drill wit' you, you'll sing

Yeah, I'ma smack a bitch wit' this Drac

I'ma leave 'em stretched on a pave

Boy, I'm tryna take you to your grave

I don't give a fuck about a case

On the block wit' my Glock, on my set (brr)

Seven guns on me, seven sins

Audemars Piguet, Ben 10

Mike and Nuts hanging out the benz

Swipe, take 'em away from his kin (okay)

Wipe a **** nose and his chin (slat)

Bitch, ****, better drop that pin (call it out)

Bitch, ****, better drop that pin (call it out)

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya friends

Yung Sinn, I shoot at ya man