ALL TEN (feat. Lil Baby)

Huh, stand on all ten, it ain't a soul that's gon' take from me Lot of niggas life be fairy tale, they shit be make-believe If I tell the bitch I'll be right back, yeah, she gon' wait for me I love model bitches, fucked every name from A to Z Yeah, these niggas got me fucked up, these niggas got me pissed, huh How the fuck these niggas mad at me 'cause I got rich? They mad at me 'cause these niggas went broke, and they need fix, huh They ain't give me nothin', I ain't givin' no grown man shit, huh These niggas handshakes gettin' weirder and weirder Look every man eye to eye, I don't fear them These little niggas act worser than bitches I ain't buy my other bitch a purse in a minute I ain't take a pretty bitch to Turks in a minute I ain't put no nigga in a hearse in a minute I be high as fuck, I ain't been on Earth in a minute I always talk to God, but I ain't been to church in a minute Crosses on my pants, l'm a Christian for real Fuck a weak bitch, I fuck with vixens for real At the end of it, I stand on business, for real Thug life, money over bitches, for real I know how it feel to beat the streets up (I'm tired) Bankroll kind of small, gotta beef it up (keep tryin') It's forever with us, we don't gotta keep in touch (no) I'll put it on your head, lil' nigga Keep it up, yeah (keep it up, lil' nigga) 30,000 ones, 30 rounds on me Fuck around and make it shower on 'em, make it shower on 'em Keep on actin' like you havin' motion, you're just in the way I ain't never too far from this shit, I'm just a flight away I seen niggas trip and fall, I tie up they shoelaces Young, fly, lit bitch got rich off suitcases I ain't slept since my last pill, it seems like five days since Every time I hold up my wrist, it's a new face, bitch I shouldn't have got a whip for her, she came to my convention Now she taxin' these niggas, she give me a commission, uh Only time these bitches could get at me is my mentions Buy it for her, get it tailored, I know her dimensions She so in love with CC, it's all over her wishlist They took her to the backroom, I let her get the big shit These bitches filled with envy, don't put 'em in your business I let you go for whatever you want, and she ain't get shit I'm 800 in on Chrome jeans, camo shorts, and a long sleeve I'll be gone for a month or two, I'm knockin' off this money I gotta keep some racks inside my reach, this shit get lonely My bed big enough for 20 vibes, how the fuck this shit been lonely? Bro taught us get our own shit, my Glock under my armpit I'm turnin' up with niggas' hoes like I ain't got my own bitch We took off on an island, both of our phones on silent Like, fuck what you heard about me, you gotta come and try this, baby These niggas handshakes gettin' weirder and weirder Look every man eye to eye, I don't fear them These little niggas act worser than bitches I ain't buy my other bitch a purse in a minute I ain't take a pretty bitch to Turks in a minute I ain't put no nigga in a hearse in a minute I be high as fuck, I ain't been on Earth in a minute I always talk to God, but I ain't been to church in a minute