"10AM 10S" lyrics

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, no
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, no
Let's go

Uh, uh, she told me watch the way I speak to her
I'm bringin' money, not no Pink tour
Life tried to block a nigga road up
I took some drugs and took a detour
Purp in the cup, no matcha we pour
Hit them with the chopper, they know we score
The Drac' get to bangin', sound like C4
I can't feel the drugs, I think I need more
I got a call from my mama
She said, "Son, you got rich as a bitch"
I wish I could pay God with the money
Sippy dead, I be feelin' like shit
She like, "When you just put that shit on?
Why the fuck you keep switchin' your 'fits?"
Can't wear Vlone in 2016
But now a nigga Chrome down and some Ricks

We ain't beefin', he just mad 'cause his bitch just ate me and rode down on the dick
Pay the nigga to go do it, I just had to sit back, play the role, that was the shit
They already know I did it, but one day they come up in my home, I keep a blick
If he run up on me wrong, I'm blowin' his shit
I don't wanna talk, lil' bitch, I'm grown as shit (Yeah, grown)
Nigga, look what I made (Look what I made)
100K in a month (100K in a month)
I'ma hit you with money (I'ma hit you with money)
And that bitch is a munch (Bitch is a munch)
I ain't punchin' no cards (Punchin' no cards)
Get this shit how it come (This shit how it come)
She said I'd be nothin'
I just made 200K and a new bitch that I bone

She told me watch the way I speak to her
I'm bringin' money, not no Pink tour
Life tried to block a nigga road up
I took some drugs and took a detour
Purp in the cup, no matcha we pour
Hit them with the chopper, they know we score
The Drac' get to bangin', sound like C4
I can't feel the drugs, I think I need more
I got a call from my mama
She said, "Son, you got rich as a bitch"
I wish I could pay God with the money
Sippy dead, I be feelin' like shit
She like, "When you just put that shit on?
Why the fuck you keep switchin' your 'fits?"
Can't wear Vlone in 2016
But now a nigga Chrome down and some Ricks

I'm just tryna get a bag
I ain't been on my shit, but now I'm back
Walk in the mall, she can get it all
That boy ain't get her shit because he cracked
Shawty keep askin' me about my body count
I'm fuckin' hoes, I ain't keepin' track
I got less followers than I got racks
I'm tellin' bro bet on me like this shit jacks
Never a bitch I want that I ain't fuck
Never a day a dollar I ain't touch
I really thought about stoppin' the drugs
'Til I just popped a 10 and got a rush
Pockets on boss, shit like Daren Hutch
Bro put a dead nigga in the Dutch
I'm number one, ain't comin' number two
Watch how I leave every nigga in the dust
My chopper gay
They try to run and this bitch hit every nigga in the butt
Bro got a list
Thirty-one niggas and he killin' every nigga in a month
He only tough on the 'Gram
I really ain't worried 'cause every nigga got a gun
Really got so much money
I probably could buy me a nigga and make him my son

Uh, she told me watch the way I speak to her
I'm bringin' money, not no Pink tour
Life tried to block a nigga road up
I took some drugs and took a detour
Purp in the cup, no matcha we pour
Hit them with the chopper, they know we score
The Drac' get to bangin', sound like C4
I can't feel the drugs, I think I need more
I got a call from my mama
She said, "Son, you got rich as a bitch"
I wish I could pay God with the money
Sippy dead, I be feelin' like shit
She like, "When you just put that shit on?
Why the fuck you keep switchin' your 'fits?"
Can't wear Vlone in 2016
But now a nigga Chrome down and some Ricks