10toes Testo
Testo 10toes
(The fuck going on, Maajins?)
I just made a couple million, I just made a couple thousand
Racks go up to the ceiling, racks go up to a mountain
Counting bands, love the feeling, fuck the niggas that be doubtin'
Bitches really tryna clown me, fake niggas get from 'round me
Ra-Rack on your head; a bounty, I can never love a hoe
I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend, get it on your own
I can never switch on my bros, you get caught and yo ass gon' fold
Bitch I was down bad, I was broke Now I'm always standing ten toes
How the fuck you finna leave me for a bum nigga? No I don't get it
Then you tryna come back sayin' that you sorry, you made a mistake
Hoе you downgraded, tryna come back 'cause now I madе it
Girl you coulda had the world
And now you're fuckin' wit a nigga that’s treatin' you wrong
But that's not my problem no more
Hop in a coupe, and I’m whipping a four-door
I’m wit’ yo bitch and she takin' a photo
I'm in NY and I'm goin' to SoHo
I'm sippin' red, I'm sippin' on rojo
I see the fake niggas with my old hoe
Think that i'm mad you fuckin with my old hoe
How could I be mad, you fuckin' with a thot?
How many bands? Bitch I made a lot
I'm goin' up, I don’t gotta drop
We on yo ass, bitch we got the drop
White boy flexin' a motherfuckin' prop
Boy, you don't shoot shit on the regular That boy like to act tough on the cellular
Up in the sky, nigga where we sending ya
Gimme a year, nigga all I'm telling ya
Told you that "I'm sorry, I wanna go back to the way that it was"
You wanna believe everybody but me, hoe I don't get it
If I wanted to fuck your friend, you ain't think I would already did it?
Now you walk past me with your face in your phone
And the shit we had, I don't know if I miss it
I just made a couple million, I just made a couple thousand
Racks go up to the ceiling, racks go up to a mountain
Counting bands, love the feeling, fuck the niggas that be doubtin'
Bitches really tryna clown me, fake niggas get from 'round me
Rack on your head; a bounty, I can never love a hoe
I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend, get it on your own
I can never switch on my bros, you get caught and yo ass gon' fold
Bitch I was down bad, I was broke
Now I'm always standing ten toes
I just made a couple million, I just made a couple thousand
Racks go up to the ceiling, racks go up to a mountain
Counting bands, love the feeling, fuck the niggas that be doubtin'
Bitches really tryna clown me, fake niggas get from 'round me
Ra-Rack on your head; a bounty, I can never love a hoe
I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend, get it on your own
I can never switch on my bros, you get caught and yo ass gon' fold
Bitch I was down bad, I was broke Now I'm always standing ten toes
How the fuck you finna leave me for a bum nigga? No I don't get it
Then you tryna come back sayin' that you sorry, you made a mistake
Hoе you downgraded, tryna come back 'cause now I madе it
Girl you coulda had the world
And now you're fuckin' wit a nigga that’s treatin' you wrong
But that's not my problem no more
Hop in a coupe, and I’m whipping a four-door
I’m wit’ yo bitch and she takin' a photo
I'm in NY and I'm goin' to SoHo
I'm sippin' red, I'm sippin' on rojo
I see the fake niggas with my old hoe
Think that i'm mad you fuckin with my old hoe
How could I be mad, you fuckin' with a thot?
How many bands? Bitch I made a lot
I'm goin' up, I don’t gotta drop
We on yo ass, bitch we got the drop
White boy flexin' a motherfuckin' prop
Boy, you don't shoot shit on the regular That boy like to act tough on the cellular
Up in the sky, nigga where we sending ya
Gimme a year, nigga all I'm telling ya
Told you that "I'm sorry, I wanna go back to the way that it was"
You wanna believe everybody but me, hoe I don't get it
If I wanted to fuck your friend, you ain't think I would already did it?
Now you walk past me with your face in your phone
And the shit we had, I don't know if I miss it
I just made a couple million, I just made a couple thousand
Racks go up to the ceiling, racks go up to a mountain
Counting bands, love the feeling, fuck the niggas that be doubtin'
Bitches really tryna clown me, fake niggas get from 'round me
Rack on your head; a bounty, I can never love a hoe
I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend, get it on your own
I can never switch on my bros, you get caught and yo ass gon' fold
Bitch I was down bad, I was broke
Now I'm always standing ten toes
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