10 (Outro) ft. BreadHouse & Repko Lyrics

Pop out with a 10,

100 say I win

You must be a fan

Cause I don't got no friends

Tell me what's your name

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I don't see no broke niggas around, you dismissed

All of my niggas we rich

Watch out might fuck on your bitch

Water ain't been in my cup, but water it been on my wrist

Shawty been falling in love, shawty don't know what that is

Shawty been screaming out gang, gang, gang, she wanna live

Walk in the party already been faded and

all of my niggas make money, we made it

We been in this shit ever since we was babies

We only want money aint tryna be famous

Get off your ass

I'm telling you get to a bag, you don't gotta be fast

Some niggas trappin' and some niggas crash

Get a degree and stay out of the trap

Some niggas don't got a pass

I dropped out of class, I had some money to make

Running it up outta state, now they all mad

They used to laugh at the kid, now I just laugh at the bank

Fuck is you on, my niggas right if they wrong

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Pop out with a 10,

100 say I win

You must be a fan

Cause I don't got no friends

Tell me what's your name

Let me check the list

I don't see no broke niggas around, you dismissed

All of my niggas we rich

Watch out might fuck on your bitch

Water ain't been in my cup, but water it been on my wrist

Shawty been falling in love, shawty don't know what that is

Shawty been screaming out gang, gang, gang, she wanna live

I cannot listen to people cause people be tellin' them lies, straight to my face

SoI get stuck in my ways

Sippin' a bottle and takin' that shit to the brain, and hopin' that shit gonna change

Try and catch up, been number one in my lane, been number one in the game

Been number one on the field, I do this shit for the pain

I'm tryna get me some property, I came from poverty, all bout to check

Looking like I hit the lottery, tell her don't bother me, if she aint asking for sex

I gave that bitch a lobotomy

Just give me head, she a lil' crazy and bad

I'm doin' niggas like Craig, sippin' on red

Deebo that nigga, he dead

Im the one pushin' the sled

Im the one buyin' the gifts

She call me Santa when she ridin' dick

Her nigga ain't gettin' her shit, ain't nobody round gettin' her lit

I put my neck on froze, Prada my bitch and chanely my hoes

Doing this shit cause I'm chose

But you know how that go,

Pop out with a 10,

100 say I win

You must be a fan

Cause I don't got no friends

Tell me what's your name

Let me check the list

I don't see no broke niggas around, you dismissed

All of my niggas we rich

Watch out might fuck on your bitch

Water ain't been in my cup, but water it been on my wrist