10 Toes

作曲：Alec Eardley

作词：Alec Eardley

Ayy, it's Big Dolo on this **, man

You know what **in' time it is, man, look

Ayy, I'm 'bout to go federal with this one, you heard?

Ayy, and I don't even need to do too much talkin', man

** the feds, R

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P

all the guys, man

I'm standin' ten toes through it all, man

** what you heard, GLG in this ** when I'm standin' off

** all that other **, man

Ayy, look, stompin' on the **in' mud, yeah

Turnin' black and blue, get outta there, we in the daddy truck

Go duck to Santa Cruz, his ** **, I know he mad at us

Collectin' all my dues, Drake's Glock smacks

It don't really matter with my goons, he on the placemat

Face flat, tryna up the tools, since a jit

I ain't really feel I had ** to prove

Runnin' his crib masked up, go ahead, check the news

They'll be turnin' over pages, tryna catch our next move

I need to black up, see him in the crowd, your false crown

He call for backup, he a clown, we gon' send him rounds

For tryna act tough, got some hounds who'll walk you down

Tryna tax us, call up Brodie, yeah, he gettin' loaded

Finna crash out, put the switch on it, he finna pass out

Got a tech, I'm packin' up my bricks to the stash house

Purple mix, got me makin' pics like I'm Ramsey

Yeah, he a **, I see his whole crew tryna end me

Yeah, I need six for the whole gang, come get at me

I'm on the list, got my whole clique, she get nasty

Backin' out, talkin' to her friends, tryna trash me

I'm in the bands, not here for friends, I'm with the family

Ayy, look, yeah, you miss the tug a lot

I'ma run it up, you can call me Get That Guap a Lot

Louis bags and expensive macs, I'm sendin' shots a lot

I hit the pot, it ain't no Jack, I'll get you start to talk

Ayy, look, ayy, I need to hop off

In her dental swervin' in this rental, she got locked jaw

In your mental razor like a pencil, I'ma pop off

Saw the coppers, put away the choppers, ** that drop-off

Ayy, look, man, I'm gone on the E-way

If he owe us money, give a ** what the streets say

When I drop, they gon' have this lil' ** on replay

White boy foreign in the booth like I'm MJ

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Free that ** Big Dolo, free Big Dolo

(Yeah)

Bird can't hold me down forever, man

Love had to stick to the code too, bro

We right back at it

Nah, ayy, and I ain't never been the one (Nah)

Talk tough, not does, yeah, he better get a gun

He gon' run when we see him, yeah, pitch him out the venue

Just for fun, he was yappin', just some lil' ** to tend to

I'm a real street baby, I'ma up it if they pay me

Married to the money, but I still be rappin'

Like I'm JAY-Z, bouncin' like a bunny

Got my **, yeah, she drive me crazy

But they come grab the wheel, I'm 'bout to crash in this Mercedes

Yeah, I'm gone off the sticks, purple drank like I'm Kobe

I'll be dappin' rappers up, you gotta prove you're not the police

Keep them jackers out my circle, them boys don't really know me

Throw it back, call me Hercules, spin it out by my lonely **