Boaz - 10 Bands (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Yo, point blank

(Verse)

Half these niggas fake, the otha half phoney

My niggas get bread, feed the FEDs only

Ten bands on me, keep plenty cash on me

Keep talkin' bad on me, just don't put yo hands on me (they know betta)

Ain't it betta how the haters turn to fans, homie?

Whachya thought? Success wasn't in the plans, homie?

All they remember is the care from they' momma

Youngest nigga on the block, already got come sum' up(?!)

Raisin' up this 9 milla, errtime we shout it out

Niggas start pullin' out? I already got it out

Ask yo OG, he know what I'm about

Blow anotha Louie napk' and ridin' out

I'm comin' across the state line

My cholo got them thangs for the low-low

My nigga off top I'ma make mine

I'm just a dope boy addicted to that 808 bass

Keep it jumpin' on the base line

I was topped(?!) last night, I swore I done seen no lights

How you drinkin' till the day time?

I left with two girls at the same time

Hahahaha

(Hook)

10 bands, 20 bands, 100 bands

I be whippin' with the left, that's my money hand

Ya know I'm G, ridin' low behind the tensil

They don't know it's me, these niggas sleep, fuck it, let 'em sleep

I been in the trap with the photo

Tell my nigga Crook to cut the stove up

All my niggas really with the shits

25 thousand on the wrist

So I'mma let these niggas know what time it is

Only thing that's really on my mind is this

I will neva eva let the street down

Catch these fuck niggas on the reel

(Verse 2)

10.000, 20.000 in the shoe box

Try me, nigga, and get a bullet in yo fuse box

No chemist major, could turn a half into a whole spot

Now watch the coke get hard from the cold shot

This shit I'm cookin' to the oils, make yo phone pop

Battered up the street, my niggas creered is like the boat drop

50.000, niggas taxin' for the whole block

Decorate the crib with a stove and some old pops

I used to sell drugs to my old pops

Remember when I had a wicked jumpshot? (swish)

Start hustlin', start practicin' my jump stomp

Hoop was out the window, I was ballin' with a new rock

Big money, bad bitches, gimme throw action

Go shot where we land, nigga, no packin'

Keep the .40 auto on me nigga, no lackin'

Fast lane how we livin', nigga, no traffic

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

10k, 50k, 100k, two choppers times five choppers equals ten k

It's 50 shots times 100 shots in each k

Nigga get acquired on a body, that's a beef cake

They still won't figure out who did it

Cold case, I'll take it to my grave like John Gotti in his silk suit

Damn near million and 100s in a suitcase

Circus out, I had to stay broke, I had to cut ties

Paper cut my hands every time a nigga touched pads

Supply and demand like a nigga work as five guys

Killin' 'em with class in Armani with the Tommy

Original dope man, I'm used to gettin' money

30k a day and then I smash a nigga's mom

Pass her to my homie, and then he send her to another

As a washed up ole' head I used to get the money

Yeah, I'm ridin' the green now, out here collectin' money

(Hook)