10 summers (feat. Foxx1Hunna)

Ten bows gone, yeah, that's how I do it, yeah, yeah, ten bows, huh, I swear, get me flyin' down that, yeah Get me flyin' down that E-Way, gotta take a small risk Ten summers straight, I been havin' dog shit Hunnid bows gone, on the first centerfield Spent forty with the blood, could've put that on my wrist Hop out that coupe, I made a place, I'm callin' juggin' On this track, I'm fresh as f*ck, can't tell me nothin, these diamonds do this I'm in the trenches, from the mud, I'm gettin' to it Talkin' bout what you wanna do, you better do it I might swear, you been in a corner T-Shirt, give me 12, you made a quicker Fifty racks, at this spot, that's on my mom Real rack, hunnid on me, chasin' for the somethin Last night, I f*ck up me, I'm checkin' Benny, hunnid Still pushin' P's, I got pressure, hold on, feel special I just fucked a hoe, name her Sadie, send her Lexie Just because we fuckin' down, man, you get a neck beat Went false, moved in, I'm fuckin' on your bitch Yeah, we at the top floor, nigga, at the Westin Broke ass, nigga, get the f*ck from my, my sister Get me flyin' down that E-Way, gotta take a small risk Ten summers straight, I been havin' dog shit Hunnid bowls gone, all the firsts in the field Swim, f*ck that with the brook, could've put that on my wrist Yeah, hop out that coupe, I made a place, I'm callin' Juggins I'm fresh as f*ck, can't tell me nothin' These diamonds, boogers, you just read it I'm in the trenches from the mud, I'm gettin' to it I'm talkin' bout what you gonna do, you better do it We went crazy in the tribe, we went stupid I pick up the bag and count the cash I'm like a broom, so I'm swingin' off the tribe It's like Tucson, yeah, I made that sack, forgot about it I want new money, I want niggas, can't relate to me I grew up on that street corner I been in the trenches, rollin, runnin, dodgin' coyotes I'ma get that bag, do the dash, that shit done glow Back in the city, I lock and drop the playroll up at them throat Like I'm 50 Cent, I pull up, servin' many, many, many Men travel just like Dollar Tree and M&M's Shit, I'm pourin' up a drink, countin' up a teen, teen Niggas goin' up, it'll rain, bring me back and leave Can't be flyin' down the E-Way, gotta take a small risk Ten summers straight, I been havin' dog shit Hundred boats gone, on the first centerfield Swearin' 40 with the plug, coulda put that on my wrist, yeah