10 OR BETTER ft. GTK Lyrics

Run, run, run, run the mix got that bang

Fuck Nick be one of us, I tell that ass I need ten or better

My brother burn a block, now Carter's act like he with a new Beretta

On the dog, boy, I need ten or better

Run with Lizzy, know I'm a striker, it's a high on beat, this that heavy metal

My phone don't beep, I'm a silent stealth

Had Carter's act like he was under pressure

That's the risk you gonna take, you gonna do for the brother

Presidency, that's how they treat me

They cannot beat us, yeah, we just defeated

When I shine, I get it pop

All of the hate, and when I stop

Spur in the air and we fly like a pilot

All of these leaves, I'm making a pile

Moving these racks from account to account

They watching me, so I been watching all dials

Crying like niggas just to get no love

So, fuck out of the house

Niggas don't stop when it's night

More shine when I get in that mood

I'm on the cell, all them ghillies is on

I get the dope, feel my soul

Do you understand, just leave me alone

Cause I'm doing good when I'm here by myself

Them girls coming in like the M on my belt

The bag on me, they might need some help

I came in the booth, I'm spitting out heat

I wake up in the morning with the bleak on my shelf

I'm riding with Ski, I'm riding with B

I'm putting a nigga right under my belt

Don't say that you sloppy, one step for yourself

She acting real violent, I spank her with bills

How the fuck you a G, you ain't riding with me

I'm throwing a B and I'm all by myself

I can set up the player, do a cross like stick

I take free thugga, thugga, I take free jet

And I drop off the ladder, I'm feeling like jet

I'm putting it on, I'm fresh today

Step in my circle, you a step today

I got that pussy tight, I'ma need me some spit

Next time I outside, I'ma need me a red

That gun on my side, just like in my twin

Ball neck, B1, or Burst

I'll talk they ass, I'ma need a center fielder

My brother brought a block down

Caught his ass lacking with a new Beretta

Phone is off, boy, I need a center fielder

Grind like Lizzy, no, I'ma strut

Kidding, I don't beat, this the heavy metal

My phone don't beep, I'ma sign a silver

Had caught his ass lacking, he was under pressure

That's the risk you gon' take, you gon' do for the real deal

President seated, that's how they treated

They cannot beat us, yeah, we is defeated

I get it pop, I get it pop

I let it hang, and I stop

You heard in the air, we fly like a pilot

All in the E's, I'm making a pop

Moving these racks from account to account

They watching me, so I be watching O'Dowd

A crippling nigga, just thinking about

Fuck out of the house