10 Pints
Everyday ten thou'
Ten thou', ten thou'
Everyday ten thou'
Ten thou', ten thou'
Everyday ten thou'
Ten thou' everyday
Ten thou'
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat, backseat, backseat
90s flow, mid tho, catch us crawling in that Caddy
There he go, smokin' dope, man I swear it came from Pappy
Ab-Soul, so you know, don't be acting unfamiliar
West Side, Del Amo, I got it tatted on my spirit
Spirit tho, ten hoes, hostage in the CTS
Mando, windows up, that molly might make them undress
Oh fo' sure, Solo hoe, minus E and add the three
Three eyes to the third, murdered in the thirty-three
Holy shit, who is this? They call me the God emcee
Perform miracles and shit, I turn water into lean
Man I'm always gettin' shaded cuz I stay 'round sum' trees
Man I'm always gettin' faded but no barbershop fo' me
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to have fun
Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs
I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten pints in my backpack
I made ten racks off ten to 4z, I spit crack, need ten a show
Keep bad chicks with their skin exposed, my hoes ? than winter clothes
Ten deep so they finna roll, gon' lap up, girl, make sum' space
Ten pints in my backpack, more seals than a naval base
I stole a 6, I'ma drink an eight, the other deuce, I'm gon save it
I know these rapper dudes hate it when they hear me on their boo's playlist
It's Young Fresh and my dues paid, fresh pair of cool greys
And I keep pounds on me, like I'm in the UK
I'm on point like Jeremy Lin, and I'm repping that H-Town
Soon as all of her girls is in, I made 'em bust it like Greyhound
That's right, I'm a man, ho, haters cannot stand Short
No matta if it's made by Gucci, Louis V or ?
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to have fun
Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs
I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten pints in my backpack
Ten mil' in my back pocket, twenty thou' on these rap watches
Talking money, nah that's obnoxious, fuck these hoes, pass chronic
Came thru, easily, Ab-Soul the new Eazy-E
Talking shit, leave him be, I'm chiefing weed, watching DVDs
Eatin' 5 star meals in my home
My crib look like Johnny Depp's in Blow
Got a cast around my arm, but I'm still smacking rappers
Don't fuck with these bars, no homie, that's disaster
Sitting on a couple million
Will please someone give them sum' fucking Cinnabon
You talking shit but where your facts at?
Bitch I got ten million in my backpack
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to have fun
Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!)
Made all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all them women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs
I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten pints in my backpack
Everyday ten thou'
Ten thou', ten thou'
Everyday ten thou'
Ten thou', ten thou'
Everyday ten thou'
Ten thou' everyday
Ten thou'