Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joey Crooks
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ripping up this beat finna start be up again
Free all my niggas out dat mo fuckin pen
Rappin on this beat finna count me up to 10
1 dude with his hood up
Roll up with this stick finna bust it 2 times then we roll up
Shove him in the truck smacked it like 3 times won't go up
I empty 13 in the nigga i got 4 left in the mag
Need to dig him 5 feet under we don't ever want to lack
Gotta play it safe so you don't get 6 years in a cell
I had 7 niggas wit me when he popped they will never tell
Whippin up the pot so smooth like caramel
She hit on 8 niggas that's what rhome the mind of white bitches cells
Count to number 9 someone give me a nobel
Fucked 10 bitches back to back at hilton hotel
We just stacked up the numbers let's go run it back down
Let me show yall i'll be the master at this rap
Never bring yo pole down
Niggas will bring up pole down
We on a role now
10 bitches on me finna hit em on the low
9 out the way 10th one a lil hoe
Kicked out the door and said go bang yo bro
8 niggas walking up to me with a k
Pull out the glock 3 and the 4 finna bust holes through the door
Nocked em all loose like a drum now
At the gas station finna buy me 6 things
All of my boys we out of town we be divid
Got 5 of them and we just be livin
4 niggas at the table thanksgiving
Put 3 worms finna roll him back like we fishing
Bought 2 ounces jusy got a 2 for 1 that 50
100 for the one time that shit equal to 50
Writer(s): Joey Crooks
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