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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CMDWN
CMDWN
Performer
FIJI
FIJI
Performer
Ca$tro Guapo
Ca$tro Guapo
Performer
Castro
Castro
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miguel Tyndale
Miguel Tyndale
Songwriter
Dawit Abeera
Dawit Abeera
Songwriter
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Mitchell
Brandon Mitchell
Producer
Nicholas Steven Guillen
Nicholas Steven Guillen
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Lousy)
Inside boys get the green
Outside ****, they ain't even on shit, though (Brtt)
I'm the one who's sayin' what I mean
[Chorus]
We ride out 'bout ten deep (Ride)
Pull up ten deep, give me ten feet (Give me ten)
Too lit off that one shit, I can't speak (Give me tan)
Too up in the clouds, man, I can't beef (Way up)
Hit a whole half, feel like Mobb Deep (Hit a whole)
Yeah, ugh, woo (Frrt)
They gon' fold up like lawn chairs (They gon' fold, hoo)
I'm wavy like Solange hair (Pew, yeah)
I'm Black like Solange hair (Slatt)
[Verse 1]
Do that on your damn time
Damn, ma, goddamn
Aaron Rodgers, fourth quarter
Tall order, meet me at the spot (Spot)
Hoodie in the summertime like it ain't hot (Ain't hot)
With my brothers, we be beatin' down the block (The block)
Put a solid one-fifty up in the stock (In the stock)
Hope it don't fail, 'cause if it do, I'm gon' be hot (Hot)
[Chorus]
Pull up ten deep, give me ten feet (Give me ten)
Too lit off that one shit, I can't speak (Give me tan)
Too up in the clouds, man, I can't beef (Too up)
Hit a whole half, feel like Mobb Deep (A whole)
Yeah, ugh, woo (Go)
They gon' fold up like lawn chairs (They gon' fold, hoo)
I'm wavy like Solange hair (Pew, yeah)
I'm Black like Solange hair
[Verse 2]
Bought my bitch Cha-nay-nay case I cheat
She gon' act like she mad, she happy low-key
I'm ballin' on and off the court with no assists (Swish)
I'm flexin' on these ****, I don't need a gym
No, I don't need a gym, need money, never needed friends
No, I ain't feelin' 'em, I cropped 'em out, delete 'em (She a ho)
She gon' fuck me, and I know she feelin' all my friends (We on go)
My bro shoot shots like Curry, swear you don't want smoke with him
[Verse 3]
In high school, they made fun of me
But now they wanna make love to me
Off ten B's, rollin' like a tumbleweed
Lil' bitch Blasian, call her bumblebee
I'ma need a crib with no less than a ten-piece
Started makin' money, broke **** start resent me
I been runnin' laps 'round ****, no one's ahead of me
Got a lot of ****, always pull up 'bout ten deep
Spend a lot of zeroes, thousand on my neckpiece
Got do not disturb on my phone, hoes might text me
Can't leave the crib without my stick, yeah, that's my bestie
I keep a ruler like a nerd, so please don't test me
[Chorus]
Pull up ten deep, give me ten feet (Give me ten)
Too lit off that one shit, I can't speak (Give me tan)
Too up in the clouds, man, I can't beef (Way up)
Hit a whole half, feel like Mobb Deep (Hit a whole)
Yeah, ugh, woo (Frrt, frrt)
They gon' fold up like lawn chairs (They gon' fold, hoo)
I'm wavy like Solange hair (Pew, yeah)
I'm Black like Solange hair
Written by: Brandon Mitchell, Dawit Abeera, Miguel Tyndale, Miles Parks McCollum
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