10 Toes Wherever

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[Intro] I was up working (Ayo, Mark A) [Verse] I was up working, you was probably sleep procrastinating They done turned me up with the hate, now I'm activated Face card really scorching, I ain't just acting famous I was even balling in the beater, feel like Calvin Cambridge Doggy song had more cap than a graduation Prezis on his head, get him blew like a stack of Franklins Thinking he a demon? Fuck around and send his ass to Satan Crib big as hell, even the yard in the back is spacious I be blowing za, you smoke Reggie Miller Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz, we some heavy shitters Nails, bundle, and the purse, I ain't petty with her One eye open in the kitchen, bro a Fetty whipper This ain't 1738, this some Wockhardt Shooter got like thirty-some badges, this is not park What I drop last? Shit, go and check the top charts Knock him out that new Chrome hoodie, chop' stop hearts Jack Man, catching bricks like I'm Jonas Valančiūnas In that fast thang, off a dirty soda acting stupid My mans backdoor me, hope that I ain't have to do it Was an evil kid, young Tron was a bad influence Nobody does it better, shit, dog, I feel like Snoop Four figure cup, better not let me spill my juice Mister Big Shot, I get like when Billups shoot Twenty deep in BAPE hoodies, I'll let them 'rillas loose Blowing bands in my Stone Island, someone take a pic Buffs looking like alfredo on my steak and shrimp Out in Cali, flying down Rodeo in the latest shit Gotta mow the grass if I see the snake in him Yeah, you got on Mike Amiris but it ain't no pape' in them They ain't one of us, gang, gang, we can't hang with them Diamond in the rough, now I'm in the booth making gems They in arm's reach, I ain't even really chasing M's Doggy wanted za, gave his ass shaking and hemp Smoking Gary Payton, this month I done made a kemp Waiting till he leave the crib, hitman done made a tent Why you flashing on the 'Gram but out here late on rent? Why you in the club feeling good? You finna get evicted Call of Duty shit, backpack, six pistols in it Baby Drac', it got some missiles in it Tornado mode in the Demon, bitch, I'm spinning in it Talkin' big money but your bank ain't got a nickel in it In that widebody, freewaying, tryna wiggle in it Talking 'bout a plug? You the monkey in the middle with it Habibi up that paintbrush, he finna scribble with it Riding 'round in that droptop with no worries Clip hold Curry Throw it out the window if they flick us 'cause the pole dirty Zaza after zaza, vision so blurry Ten toes wherever, give a fuck what's going on Thousand dollar coat, I just bought it, finna throw it on Fake-ass kit that you wearing? Boy, you know you wrong Feeling cocky, buffs on my face and I'm blowing strong [Outro] Ayy, ShittyBoyz What up, Mark? Dog Shit Militia, yeah