Mac Miller, Ab-Soul, Fre$h - 10 Pints lyrics

Everyday 10 thou' 10 thou', 10 thou'
Everyday 10 thou' 10 thou', 10 thou'
Everyday 10 thou' 10 thou' everyday
10 thou'

10 pints in my backpack
10 pounds in the trunk
10 hoes in the backseat and
They all tryna get fucked
10 pints in my backpack
10 pounds in the trunk
10 hoes in the backseat, backseat, backseat

90's flow, mid though
Catch us crawlin' in that Caddy
There he go, smokin' dope
Man I swear it came from Papi (Hola)
Ab-Soul, so you know
Don't be actin' unfamiliar
West Side, Del Amo
I got it tatted on my spirit


Spiritual, 10 hoes, hostage in the CTS
Lambo, windows up
That molly might make them undress
Oh for sure, Soulo ho­e
Minus E and add the 3
3 eyes to the third, word to the 33
Holy shit
Who is this? They call me the God MC
Perform miracles and shit
I turn water into lean
Man I'm always gettin' shaded cause
I stay around some tree
Man I'm always gettin' faded
But no barbershop for me

10 pints in my backpack
10 pounds in the trunk
10 hoes in the backseat and
They all tryna get fucked
10 pints in my backpack
10 pounds in the trunk
10 hoes in the backseat and
They all tryna have fun don't stop
(Can you fit 10 hoes in your backseat?)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up?)
Yup, 10 hoes in the backseat and
They askin' me for them drugs
I got 10 pounds in the trunk
10 pints in my backpack

I made 10 racks off 10 to 4s, I spit crack
Need 10 a show
Keep bad chicks with their skin exposed
My hoes thicker than winter clothes
10 deep so they finna roll
Gon' lap up, girl, make some space
10 pints in my backpack
More seals than a naval base
I stole a 6, I'ma drink
An 8, the other deuce, i'm gon' save it
I know these rapper dudes hate it when
They hear me on their boo's playlist
It's Young Fresh and my dues paid
Fresh pair of cool greys
And I keep pounds on me, like I'm in the UK
I'm on point like Jeremy Lin
And I'm reppin' that H Town
Soon as all of her girls is in
I made 'em bust it like Greyhound
That's right, I'm a man, ho
Haters cannot stand Short
No matter if it's made by
Gucci, Louis V or Jansport, i keep
10 pints in my backpack
10 pounds in the trunk
10 hoes in the backseat and
They all tryna get fucked
10 pints in my backpack
10 pounds in the trunk
10 hoes in the backseat and
They all tryna have fun don't stop
(Can you fit 10 hoes in your backseat?)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up?)
Yup, 10 hoes in the backseat and
They askin' me for them drugs
I got 10 pounds in the trunk
10 pints in my backpack

10 mil' in my back pocket
20 thou on these rap watches
Talkin' money, nah that's obnoxious
Fuck these hoes, pass the chronic
Came through, easily, Ab-Soul the new Eazy-E
Talkin' shit, leave him be
I'm chiefin' weed, watchin' DVDs
Eatin' 5 star meals in my home
My crib look like Johnny Depp's in Blow
Got a cast around my arm
But I'm still smackin' rappers
Don't fuck with these bars, no homie
That's disaster
Sittin' on a couple million
Will please someone give Vince
A fuckin' Cinnabon (Aye, I'm hungry nigga)
You talkin' shit but where your facts at?
Bitch I got 10 million in my backpack

10 pints in my backpack
10 pounds in the trunk
10 hoes in the backseat and
They all tryna get fucked
10 pints in my backpack
10 pounds in the trunk
10 hoes in the backseat and
They all tryna have fun don't stop
(Can you fit 10 hoes in your backseat?)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up?)
Yup, 10 hoes in the backseat and
They askin' me for them drugs
I got 10 pounds in the trunk
10 pints in my backpack everyday 10 mil'
10 mil', 10 mil' everyday 10 mil'
10 mil', 10 mil' everyday 10 mil'
10 mil' everyday 10 mil'