10 Toes

Lyrics

[Intro: G.T.] (Epps on the track) You like that? Yeah It's real shit, nigga Yeah (Cypress) Ayy [Chorus: G.T. & Fenix Flexin] I'm in the streets (Streets), I stand ten toes (Ten toes) Any nigga in my shoes would've been fold (Would've been fold) And if this rap don't work, I'm finna send hoes (Finna send hoes) I be sippin' on this juice, poppin' benzos (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm in the streets (I'm in the streets), I stand ten toes (I stand ten toes) Any nigga in my shoes would've been fold (Yeah) And if this rap don't work, I'm finna send hoes (I'm finna send hoes) I be sippin' on this juice, poppin' benzos (Benzos) [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hold on, rap still workin', I'm still sendin' hoes, huh I just a bitch outta Frisco, huh I just served a junkiе out the window Nigga, we hoppin' out, we ain't shootin' out no windows Got a bitch from Mozzy hood in Sacramеnto, huh And my new bitch, yeah, she from Fresno, huh My other bitch, yeah, she swipe discos And my other bitch, she like to tote pistols [Verse 2: G.T.] This that don't talk, I'm talkin' thirty-six, old soft Get the load off, then I'm countin' up at the loft Did some shit with the bag, you wouldn't believe it If I told you what I did, you would have to see it Tennessee with the Warners I'm at a show on stage with the Glock showin' I'm in tip-top shape, these niggas in the way Thousand beans down the way, sold 'em all in a day [Verse 3: BandGang Paid Will] Ayy, you was in the halls, bitch, I dropped out Pull up in our section actin' crazy and get boxed out Told the bitch make twenty or don't clock out Say your trap slowed up, I got the right route Still goin' hard in the same spot Never hear from a nigga, I'm on the same block Say the word, I'll come and grab the whole crop Somethin' extra in the clip, nigga, I won't stop [Verse 4: Fenix Flexin] What you wanna do? Baby, come and choose (Come and choose) I just popped a Perc', shawty want the blues (Want the blues) Niggas talkin' crazy, look at how he move (How he move) I know this nigga partner, I'ma get him too (I'ma get him too) Yeah, you keep your pistol, but don't never shoot (Don't never shoot) How you salty 'bout that bitch? You need to let her choose (Let her choose) You ain't shot nobody (Damn), you ain't caught no body (Ayy) You ain't did no dirt (Ayy), I ain't heard about it [Verse 5: OhGeesy] YSL, fly as hell, nigga, fuck 12 I'm with Beno off the shits, we gon' give 'em hell I fuck with rowdy-ass niggas that belong in jail A million pressed Xans, get 'em through the mail Boy, I really flip this shit, your bitch, I hit the shit Get the cocaine, wrap it up like a Christmas gift Boy, I really flip this shit, your bitch, I hit the shit Get the cocaine, wrap it up like a Christmas gift