積分
演出藝人
Conway the Machine
聲樂
Key Glock
聲樂
Rya Maxwell
聲樂
詞曲
Demond Price
詞曲創作
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Cubeatz
製作人
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
混音師
Mark Christensen
母帶工程師
Nick Cavalieri
工程師
Donald Cannon
製作人
歌詞
[Intro]
Yeah, we turnt all the way to the max right now, ****
Bitch, I'm T'd right now, ****
Your bitch know it, I swear
[Verse 1]
Lately, I've been fucking bitches by the twos
Getting millions by the twos, black skully, black seats
Hop out in Chicago 2's, black forty, green beam
Punching like it's Rocky too
They told me I wouldn't make it out, okay, I'm confused
Yeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise
Street ****, yeah
My father never dropped me off at school
Cutta counted up a million on Facetime, I got enthused
Flew a ratchet out to Cabo, had her top me by the pool, yeah
Judging by the jewels, you think we sold a lot of food, yeah
They say they gon' do something to me
Okay, I'm amused 'cause they ain't got a clue
Them **** must don't watch the news
**** know just how we move, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
[Verse 2]
Fifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I'm T'd
I read up with all the profit, bitch, I'm T'd
I shot straight up to the top 'cause bitch, I'm T'd
It ain't shit that they can do to stop me, bitch, I'm T'd
Fuck you mean, ****?
[Verse 3]
I'm on ten, my bitch is a ten
Nickname Glock, the FN my best friend
Got a bulletproof Maybach, president Benz
Just push a little button, them boys gon' spin
Just push a little button, send them boys to God
I jumped off the porch but didn't go to the park
You know I'm a king, cannot pull my card
You push up on **** like a broke garage
Yeah, long as I got me, I don't need no help (Yup)
Ten toes down do this shit myself
I'm a hustler, I'ma get it until my last breath (Yup)
Get back gang, put his brains on the steps
I be swimming through the money like Michael Phelps
I ran up the bag, still ain't call cramps
Everybody got sticks like we finna camp
[Chorus]
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
[Chorus]
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
[Verse 4]
I cannot be in no gang (No gang)
Even if I'm on my own
And I be getting real lit
Easy, I'm staying home
I really don't know who you think you are
All you want to do is jock me from the start
All you want to do is hate on me and post about me, even if I really get far
You really need to change
You need to change your ways
No, you cannot stay the same
No, this is not a game
I'm going stupid, I'm going through it
I'm 'bout to shoot you like Cupid
I'm going crazy, I'm about to lose it
They trying to solve me like Rubix
You is real dumb, you is real goofy
You had a chance, and you blew it
You is real numb, you is real lucid
You had a bag, and you threw it
No, you was never included
You was excluded, you got some beats, no concluded
You got some evil disputed
The streets is polluted, with their bodies and red fluid
You're arguing, looking for clout
You're nothing without
And I do not know how you even get around
When you wear all these masks and you still get around
And you're scared someone will catch and put the lights out
[Verse 5]
Did someone catch you off guard? Now that you shoot from afar
They shooting at you, and they shoot at you hard
And they making sure it do not restart
And now you was nothing, but part of the charts
They driving by, and they shoot you from the car
If you get lucky, you'll get another chance
You better rethink, and you better think hard
You better run that beef
Better stack up your money
You better go get clean
You better go get green
You better act right, ooh, for someone shoot you in the back or two
I'm about to start a tycoon, and I'ma get my sack right too
Staying real crazy, we go with the guys, ooh
We about to stack the supplies
We about to shoot right to the sky
Like a nimbus cloud, I'm 'bout to take flight
You don't put no effort, you never try
Staying together, I'll promise you'll die
And I am forever, you do not realize
I'm great, but all you do is deny
Written by: Demond Price, Demond Price Jr, Donald E. Cannon, Kevin Gomringer, Lychkin Nikita, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Rya Maxwell, Stanley Link, Thomas Crimeni, Tim Gomringer

