10 Toes Wherever

Hmmph

I was up workin'

(Ayo, Mark A)

I was up workin', you was probably sleep procrastinatin'

They done turned me up wit' the hate, now I'm activated

Facecard really scorchin', I ain't just actin' famous

I was even ballin' in the beaters, feel like Calvin Cambridge

Doggie song had more cap than a graduation

Presis on his head, get him blew like a stack of Franklins

Thinkin' he a demon, fuck around and send his ass to Satan

Crib big as hell, even the yard in the back is spacious

I be blowin' Za', you smoke Reggie Miller

Dog $hit Militia, ShittyBoyz, we some heavy shitters

Nails, bundle in the purse, I ain't petty wit' her

One eye open in the kitchen, bro a fetty whipper

This ain't 17-38, this some Wockhardt

Shooter got like thirty-sum' badges, this is not park

What I drop last?, shit, go and check the top charts

Knock him out that new Chrome hoodie, chop' stop hearts

Jackman, catchin' bricks like I'm Jonas Valančiūnas

In that fast thing, off a dirty soda actin' stupid

My mans backdoored me, hope that I ain't have to do it

Was an evil kid, young Tron was a bad influence

Nobody does it better, shit, dog, I feel like Snoop

Four-figure cup, better not let me spill my juice

Mr. Big Shot, I get like when Billups shoot

Twenty deep in Bape hoodies, I'll let them 'Rillas loose

Blowin' bands in my Stone Island, someone take a pic

Buffs lookin' like Alfredo on my steak and shrimp

Out in Cali, flyin' down Rodeo in the latest shit

Gotta mow the grass if I see the snake in him

Yeah, you got on Mike Amiris, but it ain't no pape in them

They ain't one of us, gang, gang, we can't hang wit' them

Diamond in the rough, now I'm in the booth makin' gems

They in arms-reach, I ain't even really chasin' Ms

Doggie wanted Za', gave his ass shaking and hemp

Smokin' Gary Payton, this month I done made a Kemp

Waitin' till he leave the crib, hitman done made a tent

Why you flashin' on the 'Gram, but out here late on rent

Why you in the club feelin' good?, you finna get evicted

Call of Duty shit, backpack, six pistols in it

Baby-drac', it got some missiles in it

Tornado mode in the demon, bitch, I'm spinnin' in it

Talkin' big money, but your bank ain't got a nickle in it

In that widebody, freewayin', tryna wiggle in it

Talkin' 'bout a plug, you the monkey in the middle wit' it

Habibi up that paintbrush, he finna scribble wit' it

Ridin' 'round in that droptop wit' no worries

Clip hold Curry

Throw it out the window if they flick us 'cause the pole dirty

ZaZa after ZaZa, vision so blurry

Ten toes wherever, give a fuck what's goin' on

Thousand dollar coat, I just bought it, finna throw it on

Fake ass kit that you wearin', boy, you know you wrong

Feelin' cocky, buffs on my face and I'm blowin' strong

Ayy, Shitty Boyz

Waddup, Mark?, Dogshit Militia, yeah