10 Bands

10 Bands
Yeah, Baby Jesus Jesus
Look, I think it's safe to say I'm the man
I'm picture paint on the hand
From the city where niggas hate everything they don't understand
In a city where bitches date just to say that they got a man
Soon as he get a chance, he gon' f*** around with her friend
That's life, and that's the way that we do
Screaming who wanna see me 'cause honestly I can't see you
Start off knocking your dreams and ironically wanna be you
Most of these niggas see-through, they ain't the type you should lead through, uh
I wouldn't have it any other way
Just ran into this stallion just the other day
She told me that she like me, thank you
I told her that I like her booty, can't take it
She started laughing so I know she choosy
I told her we should go and check a movie
Maybe go and eat some sushi
Chicken shrimp and steak hibachi
Yeah, at Kabuto's they treat me like family
I know this pretty thing from Cali, she speak fluent Spanish
I'm so far from being average, she don't understand it
I been working like a Mexican that's in Miami
She told me I'm way too busy, I told her I'm tryna get it
Maintaining my tunnel vision, obtaining a fuc*** million
That holy thing that we're after, we saw it when we was children
Yeah, I'll be rich before I'm 25
That's the type of shit I was saying 1999
Go ask my mama, I was born in 1999
Another wild 90's baby riding with a gun
Fuck holding back, I think it's time to shit on everybody
If it's not making me better then I don't care about it
You play with me, in a minute shooting at everybody
No, this track remind me of the summertime
Blowing X and smoking K-Lo with the windows down
Twitching ice, turnin' music, I'm that ni*** now
I see you niggas on my case, them niggas really rowdy
It's not how I rock
When I pull it out, hit the floor because it's already cocked
When I'm not 277 doing circles and shit
I see how that ni*** hatin', that boy worse than a bitch
Old pu*** ass ni***, put a skirt on that bitch
Paid my mama to get a rental, put some work in that bitch
Fill that motherfuc*** in gas then I skrrt in that bitch
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the type of gas that work for the whip
Aw man, I'm talkin' OG Bobby Johnson
Do you like that ni*** son? It's the realest shotta
Don't worry 'bout Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus got it
Rest in peace to Vel-O Johnson, free my cousin Dotty
Come on, yeah, ni***
10 bands, 10 bands
100 bands, f*** it, man
Baby Jesus in a sprinter van
Baby Je-Je-Je-Je-Jesus, aw man