10 Toes Wherever

Hmmph I was up workin' (Ayo, Mark A) I was up workin', you was probably sleep procrastinatin' They done turned me up wit' the hate, now I'm activated Facecard really scorchin', I ain't just actin' famous I was even ballin' in the beaters, feel like Calvin Cambridge Doggie song had more cap than a graduation Presis on his head, get him blew like a stack of Franklins Thinkin' 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 blowin' Za', you smoke Reggie Miller Dog $hit Militia, ShittyBoyz, we some heavy shitters Nails, bundle in the purse, I ain't petty wit' her One eye open in the kitchen, bro a fetty whipper This ain't 17-38, this some Wockhardt Shooter got like thirty-sum' 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 Jackman, catchin' bricks like I'm Jonas Valančiūnas In that fast thing, off a dirty soda actin' stupid My mans backdoored 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 Mr. Big Shot, I get like when Billups shoot Twenty deep in Bape hoodies, I'll let them 'Rillas loose Blowin' bands in my Stone Island, someone take a pic Buffs lookin' like Alfredo on my steak and shrimp Out in Cali, flyin' 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 wit' them Diamond in the rough, now I'm in the booth makin' gems They in arms-reach, I ain't even really chasin' Ms Doggie wanted Za', gave his ass shaking and hemp Smokin' Gary Payton, this month I done made a Kemp Waitin' till he leave the crib, hitman done made a tent Why you flashin' on the 'Gram, but out here late on rent Why you in the club feelin' 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 spinnin' in it Talkin' big money, but your bank ain't got a nickle in it In that widebody, freewayin', tryna wiggle in it Talkin' 'bout a plug, you the monkey in the middle wit' it Habibi up that paintbrush, he finna scribble wit' it Ridin' 'round in that droptop wit' 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 goin' on Thousand dollar coat, I just bought it, finna throw it on Fake ass kit that you wearin', boy, you know you wrong Feelin' cocky, buffs on my face and I'm blowin' strong Ayy, Shitty Boyz Waddup, Mark?, Dogshit Militia, yeah