10TOES by Boudro Lyrics
[Intro]
Ay, huh, yuh
You already know what the fuck goin' on bruh
Counting hunnids in the fuckin' studio right now, like
(You don't even know what the fuck goin' on)
Fuck goin' on bruh
I'm sippin' drank
Sippin drank, sippin drank
Sippin drank, sippin drank
Sippin drank, sippin drank
[Verse 1]
Smoking gas, no I don't wanna move
Hittin' licks in a new foreign coupe
That choppa on me and you know what it do (Boh, yuh)
Stacking my money, I'm stacking my paper
Can't catch me lacking, I keep me a lazer
Tryna go cancel me? Boy you a hater
Shout out my boys, they been hitting licks
Tris in the lemonade, it stay mixed
Take out my dick and she give it a kiss (Yuh, yuh)
I'm uppin' the Glocks and I'm shootin' you down
Do not distract me, don't do that right now
Finessin' the pack I charge more for a pound
[Chorus]
Sipping on lean like Dj Phat
Why they be capping way more than a hat?
Staying 10 toes in the muhfuckin' trap
You fuck wit a hoe that bе pushing you back
I'm in the Honda I'm counting my racks
Can't fuck with snitches I can't fuck with rats
Wiping his nose causе he ain't my slatt (Huh?)
You is a bitch and I keep that A-stat
[Hook]
Money got longer, I'm watching it grow
Not a stripper but I keep me a pole
Pour up the tussin and I'm sipping it slow
Pour up the tris I'm sipping it slow
Smoking my opps as a pack
Smoking that bitch with my money stacked
When I woke up, I got me a rack
When I walk out I got me a strap
Ay, huh, yuh
You already know what the fuck goin' on bruh
Counting hunnids in the fuckin' studio right now, like
(You don't even know what the fuck goin' on)
Fuck goin' on bruh
I'm sippin' drank
Sippin drank, sippin drank
Sippin drank, sippin drank
Sippin drank, sippin drank
[Verse 1]
Smoking gas, no I don't wanna move
Hittin' licks in a new foreign coupe
That choppa on me and you know what it do (Boh, yuh)
Stacking my money, I'm stacking my paper
Can't catch me lacking, I keep me a lazer
Tryna go cancel me? Boy you a hater
Shout out my boys, they been hitting licks
Tris in the lemonade, it stay mixed
Take out my dick and she give it a kiss (Yuh, yuh)
I'm uppin' the Glocks and I'm shootin' you down
Do not distract me, don't do that right now
Finessin' the pack I charge more for a pound
[Chorus]
Sipping on lean like Dj Phat
Why they be capping way more than a hat?
Staying 10 toes in the muhfuckin' trap
You fuck wit a hoe that bе pushing you back
I'm in the Honda I'm counting my racks
Can't fuck with snitches I can't fuck with rats
Wiping his nose causе he ain't my slatt (Huh?)
You is a bitch and I keep that A-stat
[Hook]
Money got longer, I'm watching it grow
Not a stripper but I keep me a pole
Pour up the tussin and I'm sipping it slow
Pour up the tris I'm sipping it slow
Smoking my opps as a pack
Smoking that bitch with my money stacked
When I woke up, I got me a rack
When I walk out I got me a strap