20 on 10 ft. JefeGot1 & Michael Aristotle Lyrics

(20 on 10 got the gas on me)

(20 on 10 got the gas on me)

All in for the set because I got to

Work until I can't

That's why I popped two

Let her swing by for the stress, she a thot too

Let her roll that up, she can roll that

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me

Stay woke, never catch no Z's

I'm a never go broke

That's a good enough reason

Got the whole gang with me

Fuck who you be with

Under pressure had the law at my back

I fought em

Had a couple snakes in the grass

I caught em

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me

Putting twenty on ten, got the gas on me

I ride with 10 or 20

And not one of em a buster

Oppas got to get all of the muscle they can muster

If they on my tail

Salamander, got to cut some

Put it on the scale

Alligator, paid a lump sum

I got you on the app, with the cash

Got a rookie rolling cabbage

I prefer the glass

Twenty pieces in the cabinet

I prefer to ask if you real or you capping

I seen you in the grass

With the weeds we ain't packing, yea

Boy that's snake shit

This the restoration

Cut it down to turf

So it hurt when the blades hit

That ain't how they raised me

But everybody changes

Had to learn to fire back

Then keep the fire blazing

I even had to sanction

These little hypocritical and unambitious lames

With a grown-up conversation

Agreed, they gone stay away from me

If they don't the Rolla deep

Fill the tank before we leave

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me

Stay woke, never catch no Z's

I'm a never go broke

That's a good enough reason

Got the whole gang with me

Fuck who you be with

Under pressure had the law at my back

I fought em

Had a couple snakes in the grass

I caught em

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me

Putting twenty on ten, got the gas on me

(Whoah whoah)

Twenty on twenty for the evening

Do my job and get my check

I'm out like Ryan Seacrest

Get from A to B

Fuck with me, put you on the cement

Every time I grab the mic I swear it's like an event

Yea, they wearing sheep's skin

They be lying through the posts I see the pre-tense

They trying to block all my blessings

They playing defense

I hit my shot final seconds

Trick with the dick, bitch I'm gifted

Believe it

I say it, bet I mean it

Eat so much Italian I'm surprised that I don't speak it

Concierges know me

Booked my suite up for the weekend

Bitches see a city view

I bet they get to freaking

And I'm a take in the gold plate

I'm on the beat, it's a cold case

Bitches be talking about no cap

But they gone lie with a bold face

Blue hundreds with the old face

Cucumber in your hoe face

I know the plug I get low rates

Black gloves like OJ

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me

Stay woke, never catch no Z's

I'm a never go broke

That's a good enough reason

Got the whole gang with me

Fuck who you be with

Under pressure had the law at my back

I fought em

Had a couple snakes in the grass

I caught em

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me

Putting twenty on ten, got the gas on me