APT 10

Lyrics

[Intro] (Swiff D) Aye, aye... [Verse 1: Mibbs] I need a favor, homie Hit the liquor store and get me a pack of raw papers You can picture me in dispensaries 'Bout to get to taste, all the flavors Ten bad bitches in my apartment Makin' noise, walkin' all the neighbors Black Locs with the house shoes on Pico like "What's up, ese?" You be hatin' like a motherfucker She a ho but you wanna love her "Hey man, they be talkin' all kinds of shit about you!" Shut the fuck up You the type of nigga back in high school That we used to stuff in the locker Snitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga Always run you mouth to mister Clock [Hook] Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) I got ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) Right now Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) [Verse 2: BeYoung] I'ma cross my T's, dot my I's Swoop the V, right on time That's with D, baby, my oh my (baby, my oh my) Won't you please get a drummer, some? Double 0-7 flexin' in a cummerbund Keep a cold game form while you cut it up Brought back and now a piece need another one I'll go, meta flips, let her tumble some This nigga right here be a wonder one Trick and Trina, man, nigga It's quick to see the way I freakin' see it Ain't no mixin' me with no glass, niggas Came through the dough on Snapchat Ten blunts later and had a flat back Fuck around, slide two, set it back, back Off a few haikus and the yack black Been a young tycoon, cross the nap jack Bet I cause typhoon if the gat fat Got ten Rachel Rays whippin' flap jacks Make 'em pay what they weigh, where the cash at? Wouldn't play lemonade, that's a rat trap Got a Becky with the good hair, Lexi with the hood hair Both tryin' to find where they tracks at (Where they tracks at?) That how you mack that [Hook] Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) I got ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) Right now Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) [Verse 3: Like] Smoking papers or it's vapers Team as stacked as Golden State is Independent niggas take it No more favors, y'all gon' pay us You been hatin', we been patient Pull up straight to your location GPS in the CTS, you don't see BS, I'm at CVS You see me blessed I know the game, I should be a ref Follow the rules or you'll meet your death To walk in my shoes, you need Jesus steps Lord have mercy, bored his verse be Extra sauce, no extra cost, that Pace pincante Green money, my favorite entree Split it three ways with my compadres Smokin' backwoods, playin' guapoley Gettin' closer to where my goals is Yeah, I'm older, but I got colder I'm bipolar, I'm not sober Don't mix Hennessy with no soda Drink it straight up, get your weight up Big old ass with a little A cup She wide open, it's a lay up, like— [Hook] Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) I got ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment) Right now Ten bad bitches in my apartment (You have ten bad bitches in your apartment)