Slump6s - 10Toes lyrics
[Slump6s - 10Toes lyrics]
(The fuck going on, Maajins?)
I just made a couple million
I just made a couple thousand
Racks go up to the ceiling
Racks go up to a mountain
Counting bands, love the feeling
Fuck the niggas that be doubtin'
Bitches really tryna clown me
Fake niggas get from 'round me
Ra-Rack on your head; a bounty
I can never love a hoe
I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend
Get it on your own
I can never switch on my bros
You get caught and yo ass gon' fold
Bitch I was down bad, I was broke
Now I'm always standing ten toes
How the fuck you finna leave me for a
Bum nigga? No I don't get it
Then you tryna come back
Sayin' that you sorry
You made a mistake
Hoе you downgraded
Tryna come back 'cause now I madе it
Girl you coulda had the world
And now you're fuckin' wit a
Nigga that’s treatin' you wrong
But that's not my problem no more
Hop in a coupe, and I’m whipping a four door
I’m wit’ yo bitch and she takin' a photo
I'm in NY and I'm goin' to SoHo
I'm sippin' red, I'm sippin' on rojo
I see the fake niggas with my old hoe
Think that i'm mad you fuckin
With my old hoe
How could I be mad, you fuckin' with a thot?
How many bands? Bitch I made a lot
I'm goin' up, I don’t gotta drop
We on yo ass, bitch we got the drop
White boy flexin' a motherfuckin' prop
Boy, you don't shoot shit on the regular
That boy like to act tough on the cellular
Up in the sky, nigga where we sending ya
Gimme a year, nigga all I'm telling ya
Told you that "I'm sorry
I wanna go back to the way that it was"
You wanna believe everybody but me
Hoe I don't get it
If I wanted to fuck your friend
You ain't think I would already did it?
Now you walk past me with
Your face in your phone
And the shit we had
I don't know if I miss it
I just made a couple million
I just made a couple thousand
Racks go up to the ceiling
Racks go up to a mountain
Counting bands, love the feeling
Fuck the niggas that be doubtin'
Bitches really tryna clown me
Fake niggas get from 'round me
Rack on your head; a bounty
I can never love a hoe
I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend
Get it on your own
I can never switch on my bros
You get caught and yo ass gon' fold
Bitch I was down bad, I was broke
Now I'm always standing ten toes
I just made a couple million
I just made a couple thousand
Racks go up to the ceiling
Racks go up to a mountain
Counting bands, love the feeling
Fuck the niggas that be doubtin'
Bitches really tryna clown me
Fake niggas get from 'round me
Ra-Rack on your head; a bounty
I can never love a hoe
I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend
Get it on your own
I can never switch on my bros
You get caught and yo ass gon' fold
Bitch I was down bad, I was broke
Now I'm always standing ten toes
How the fuck you finna leave me for a
Bum nigga? No I don't get it
Then you tryna come back
Sayin' that you sorry
You made a mistake
Hoе you downgraded
Tryna come back 'cause now I madе it
Girl you coulda had the world
And now you're fuckin' wit a
Nigga that’s treatin' you wrong
But that's not my problem no more
Hop in a coupe, and I’m whipping a four door
I’m wit’ yo bitch and she takin' a photo
I'm in NY and I'm goin' to SoHo
I'm sippin' red, I'm sippin' on rojo
I see the fake niggas with my old hoe
Think that i'm mad you fuckin
With my old hoe
How could I be mad, you fuckin' with a thot?
How many bands? Bitch I made a lot
I'm goin' up, I don’t gotta drop
We on yo ass, bitch we got the drop
White boy flexin' a motherfuckin' prop
Boy, you don't shoot shit on the regular
That boy like to act tough on the cellular
Up in the sky, nigga where we sending ya
Gimme a year, nigga all I'm telling ya
Told you that "I'm sorry
I wanna go back to the way that it was"
You wanna believe everybody but me
Hoe I don't get it
If I wanted to fuck your friend
You ain't think I would already did it?
Now you walk past me with
Your face in your phone
And the shit we had
I don't know if I miss it
I just made a couple million
I just made a couple thousand
Racks go up to the ceiling
Racks go up to a mountain
Counting bands, love the feeling
Fuck the niggas that be doubtin'
Bitches really tryna clown me
Fake niggas get from 'round me
Rack on your head; a bounty
I can never love a hoe
I be stickin' to the code, fuck a friend
Get it on your own
I can never switch on my bros
You get caught and yo ass gon' fold
Bitch I was down bad, I was broke
Now I'm always standing ten toes