Lyrics
10 Minutes
I got my lean in a double cup
Lit bitches wanna fuck wit us
Opps mad tell em run it up
In my jeans got a semi tucked
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin
They just called me for a pigeon
Collecting and stacking the digits
Forty got hang time like Griffen
I got my lean in a double cup
Lit bitches wanna fuck wit us
Opps mad tell em run it up
In my jeans got a semi tucked
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin
They just called me for a pigeon
Collecting and stacking the digits
Forty got hang time like Griffen
**** know not to pop out
I seen him swap out
Opp block right route
In op that's fives down
Fuck that let's slide downtown
He did the hundred metre dash wow
Couple shots left him face down
Big AK we don't play round
She's home alone in her night gown
After that we go mad rounds
Deep inside she said slow down
OT trap in a small town
Thirty clip and a extra round
That forty four got a nice sound
Smuggling on a greyhound
Vern **** don't play round
Killin em like corona
Stick hotter then a fuckin toaster
My shooter waitin on drops
Ya I call him a floater
One phone call and it's over
Put that **** on a poster
Take a trip to Costa
I ran it up in my loafers
They throwin up fours like a clover
Better watch how you approach us
Bad bitch from Arizona
And she badder then chromaz
Big AR that's a post up
**** talk like they know us
But they don't wanna show up
Cause they man caught a domaz
I got my lean in a double cup
Lit bitches wanna fuck wit us
Opps mad tell em run it up
In my jeans got a semi tucked
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin
They just called me for a pigeon
Collecting and stacking the digits
Forty got hang time like Griffen
I got my lean in a double cup
Lit bitches wanna fuck wit us
Opps mad tell em run it up
In my jeans got a semi tucked
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin
They just called me for a pigeon
Collecting and stacking the digits
Forty got hang time like Griffen
Written by: Steppa Steppa
