Since99 - 10fifty lyrics
[Since99 - 10fifty lyrics]
(10Fifty, I love you) okay 10Fifty, come on
Yeah, yeah, uh huh yeah, woo, yeah
10Fifty, yeah, ayy
He tryna go 'head and sell me
His clothes in the DM
But really I don't wanna wear it
One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and
Then eat a baguette while I'm posted in Paris
Motherfuckers always be talkin' like
Who sound like who
But really why you tryna compare?
Sippin' on Houston tea while I
Be chillin' be chillin'
In Boston, think I might just get a tariff
Damn we ain't fuckin' with a sheriff, damn
Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarrassed, damn
White plug, Jason Garrett, damn
Readin' bitches like a tarot, damn
Bitch I ain't trippin' on nothin'
These shoes don't got motherfuckin' laces
I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat
Then five fifty if you want a placement
That is five hundred that
You are not wastin'
If you don't got money then no conversations
Smokin' gelato, I turned to a Haitian
Standin' in line, I'm becomin' impatient
Takin' a flight to Barbados
I need a vacation
Roll me up a bamboo, I'ma face it
'Boutta get his IP, I'ma trace him
If you ain't on my level
Then why are you hatin'?
If you ain't on my level then why you
Be throwin' that dirt on my name?
John Legend, play the blame game
If you talkin' that shit, I'ma go hit a stain
I just went and got me a
Six piece with the kanes
And your man just went and
Copped a bubble chain
Hop in the Coupe and I cut out the brain
I feel like a damn lion, no
I cannot be tamed
Flexin' that government check when he
Get it on Twitter
And then he gon' hop on the 'Gram
Word on the streets I be
Speakin' so different they
Thought I was doin' this in comic sans
I'm servin' out whole foods hand to hand
I'm fuckin' with gas, ain't no molly tan, uh
Bitch, I've been kickin' this shit
Like I'm Jackie Chan
I think you need to get your mans
Bitch, I'ma pop out the cut
Like a motherfuckin' jump scare
And lil' brodie been known to
Be totin' them tools
They be treatin' that shit like it's hardware
I ain't coachin' the game
Bitch, I've been ballin', uh
Sebastian Telfair
Said he wanted that beef and he wanted that
Smoke so you know we bringin' that warfare
I ain't duckin' from nothin', yeah
Emoji with a clip, it tote a hundred, yeah
You fuckin' with the squares
And all the pundit's, yeah
I get up on the track and get to runnin'
Yeah they don't even know how I'm comin'
And they don't even know how I'm bomin'
Bitch, I'm choppin' it up, like I'm Bunyan
And I'm gettin' the chips like I'm Funyuns
Yeah
He tryna go 'head and sell me
His clothes in the DM
But really I don't wanna wear it
One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and
Then eat a baguette while I'm posted in Paris
Motherfuckers always be talkin' like
Who sound like who
But really why you tryna compare?
Sippin' on Houston tea while I
Be chillin' be chillin'
In Boston, think I might just get a tariff
Damn we ain't fuckin' with a sheriff, damn
Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarrassed, damn
White plug, Jason Garrett, damn
Readin' bitches like a tarot, damn
Bitch I ain't trippin' on nothin'
These shoes don't got motherfuckin' laces
I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat
Then five fifty if you want a placement
Just for a motherfuckin' placement
Yeah, yeah, uh huh yeah, woo, yeah
10Fifty, yeah, ayy
He tryna go 'head and sell me
His clothes in the DM
But really I don't wanna wear it
One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and
Then eat a baguette while I'm posted in Paris
Motherfuckers always be talkin' like
Who sound like who
But really why you tryna compare?
Sippin' on Houston tea while I
Be chillin' be chillin'
In Boston, think I might just get a tariff
Damn we ain't fuckin' with a sheriff, damn
Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarrassed, damn
White plug, Jason Garrett, damn
Readin' bitches like a tarot, damn
Bitch I ain't trippin' on nothin'
These shoes don't got motherfuckin' laces
I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat
Then five fifty if you want a placement
That is five hundred that
You are not wastin'
If you don't got money then no conversations
Smokin' gelato, I turned to a Haitian
Standin' in line, I'm becomin' impatient
Takin' a flight to Barbados
I need a vacation
Roll me up a bamboo, I'ma face it
'Boutta get his IP, I'ma trace him
If you ain't on my level
Then why are you hatin'?
If you ain't on my level then why you
Be throwin' that dirt on my name?
John Legend, play the blame game
If you talkin' that shit, I'ma go hit a stain
I just went and got me a
Six piece with the kanes
And your man just went and
Copped a bubble chain
Hop in the Coupe and I cut out the brain
I feel like a damn lion, no
I cannot be tamed
Flexin' that government check when he
Get it on Twitter
And then he gon' hop on the 'Gram
Word on the streets I be
Speakin' so different they
Thought I was doin' this in comic sans
I'm servin' out whole foods hand to hand
I'm fuckin' with gas, ain't no molly tan, uh
Bitch, I've been kickin' this shit
Like I'm Jackie Chan
I think you need to get your mans
Bitch, I'ma pop out the cut
Like a motherfuckin' jump scare
And lil' brodie been known to
Be totin' them tools
They be treatin' that shit like it's hardware
I ain't coachin' the game
Bitch, I've been ballin', uh
Sebastian Telfair
Said he wanted that beef and he wanted that
Smoke so you know we bringin' that warfare
I ain't duckin' from nothin', yeah
Emoji with a clip, it tote a hundred, yeah
You fuckin' with the squares
And all the pundit's, yeah
I get up on the track and get to runnin'
Yeah they don't even know how I'm comin'
And they don't even know how I'm bomin'
Bitch, I'm choppin' it up, like I'm Bunyan
And I'm gettin' the chips like I'm Funyuns
Yeah
He tryna go 'head and sell me
His clothes in the DM
But really I don't wanna wear it
One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and
Then eat a baguette while I'm posted in Paris
Motherfuckers always be talkin' like
Who sound like who
But really why you tryna compare?
Sippin' on Houston tea while I
Be chillin' be chillin'
In Boston, think I might just get a tariff
Damn we ain't fuckin' with a sheriff, damn
Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarrassed, damn
White plug, Jason Garrett, damn
Readin' bitches like a tarot, damn
Bitch I ain't trippin' on nothin'
These shoes don't got motherfuckin' laces
I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat
Then five fifty if you want a placement
Just for a motherfuckin' placement