10 Blocks

Lyrics

[Intro] (You rocking with DJ YoungKash) (My Nigga Sb what up?) (Hoodrich) [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] My bitch don't got no waist, rock Prada, Gucci, I'm so wasted High as fuck, I'm in the penthouse with two bad hoes kissing naked (Yung Rel, what's happening?) I hit the city, I go viral, I ain't never made a TikTok (Plug motivation) (This is big business) I made my name in the street, my wrist cost ten blocks Numbers talk, you run up on me, you meet ten Glocks (Major out here fuck nigga) It's my time, I can't hold it on my wristwatch We sipping mud but the Jakey on me bricked out [Verse: Sb Nunkk & Tony Shhnow] Me and the dope ain't beefin', young nigga, this that A1 Already told you one time, I can't front none Standing in my trap and you ain't shopping, get to fuck some I'm trapping all through the night, I'm up until the sun come Income, I just fucked that bad bitch shе think she getting some Nappy hеad bitch, get on your grind and go and get some Made my first thirty, had a big head, Jimmy Neutron Ain't fucking with yall niggas, yall get small bread like crouton I'm riding with that burner on me, got the rims hot She know I'm balling, I ain't never made a jump shot I'm always up, I had to move her to the rooftop It's a new day so I bought a new Glock I peepee'd on my VV's, my bitch the shit, these niggas pissed I could teach a overnight class on how to work your wrist Put your partner in the wind, you gon' have to catch the drift I got rich, and text my ex's, to me they do no exist You ain't get no money you can't fuck with us I got that baby .40 on my, my .45 tucked We getting rich as fuck, that money got my pockets stuffed We finally ran it up, that Fentanyl turned the hood up One to two, two to four, nigga what you know? Blender in the kitchen going dumb, you hear it through the door She ain't tryna work and get no money, bitch you gotta' go I don't speak no spanish but my favorite word is adios [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] My bitch don't got no waist, rock Prada, Gucci, I'm so wasted High as fuck, I'm in the penthouse with two bad hoes kissing naked I hit the city I go viral, I ain't never made a TikTok I made my name in the street, my wrist cost ten blocks Numbers talk, you run up on me, you meet ten Glocks It's my time, I can't hold it on my wristwatch We sipping mud but the Jakey on me bricked out (DJ Yung Rel, wake these pussy niggas up, man, 21)