10fifty

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
 When I be chillin' in Boston, think I might just get me a tariff, damn
 We ain't fuckin' with a sheriff, damn
 Fake chrome, aren't you 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?
 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' this 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 pundits, 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 bombin'
 Bitch, I'm choppin' it up, like I'm bunion
 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
 When I be chillin' in Boston, think I might just get me a tariff, damn
 We ain't fuckin' with a sheriff, damn
 Fake chrome, aren't you 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