Doe Boy, TM88, Future, Young Thug - 10 Piece lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Doe Boy, TM88, Future, Young Thug - 10 Piece lyrics]
That's a boss gang, shoot up everything, yeah
That's a boss gang, that's a killer gang
Killer, killer, woo, woo
I be walkin' in Givenchy, broke nigga miss me
Got your thotty tryna kiss me
She seen that Bentley
My young nigga servin' chickens
Get a ten piece
You ain't talkin' 'bout no figures
Nigga miss me
You not gang, you not with me, do you dig me?
Got a rod with that semi, racks I got plenty
Nigga said he gon' get me
Broke boy that's risky
Niggas gossipin' like bitches
They talk like Wendy
Got an iced out burr and
That bitch white gold
When you're gang then I'm sharing
You can get my poles okay hold up
All my young shooters lift your poles up
All my trap niggas turn your stoves up
Okay hold up never see you in your hood
No that's not where you're from
Put them fifties in the glizzies
We gon' slide then you're done
In the Bentley, I'm in traffic
Bitch I'm riding with my gun
Ain't no chicken, I ain't aiming
Ain't no thighs with this drum
Uppin' this extension, step on my Givenchy
Ridin' with that semi
I don't talk like Wendy
I been pourin' up this dirty
Red got me trippy
Leave a hater with that angry
Face like my Fendi
Rock Chanel with the Fendi, speaking of Fendi
Shoot the F off a Fendi, you niggas envy
Swear to God right now I
Just took off a Hercules
I got dogs with me now but most
Of my niggas in Cleveland East
Got a new slime chain and that
Bitch just ride in Rolls
I got shots, I got thots
Place my balls in Kenneth Coles
I got good Mall of America on my wrist
Suck my toes bitch that's weather
Change the motherf**ker right from
Ice to cold patty cake, patty cake
In the kitchen cooking, I couldn't wait
I'm out the way, I give up space
I can never have her go for a rate
I will never slow it down, catch the rate
I put Rollies on the inside the plates
Watch yourself when you're eating
You just might eat a karat, ayy
Yeah, dress in new Givenchy, I got the semi
Drag race the Lamborghini, this not a hemi
Ayy strapped up with the police, they
Like the old me, ayy
Bitch suck me so long, she
Done caught a nosebleed, ayy
I been on this drink, shit
This lean on me shit, yeah
I done popped a bean, man I can't eat shit
Nah pull up east of Cleveland, I'm
In a Rolls Royce, yeah
All my niggas shooters, they
Got the polls out, yeah
Lil one caught a body
He want another one now
Yellow bandana, you need to be cautious, yeah
I popped one more Tesla, I was in a Ferrari
I got blue diamonds on, Snoop Doggy
I be walkin' in Givenchy, broke nigga miss me
Got your thotty tryna kiss me
She seen that Bentley
My young nigga servin' chickens
Get a ten piece
You ain't talkin' 'bout no figures
Nigga miss me (miss me)
You not gang, you not with me, do you dig me?
Got a rod with that semi, racks I got plenty
Nigga said he gon' get me
Broke boy that's risky
Niggas gossipin' like bitches
They talk like Wendy (let's go)