10 Homies (feat. Pouya)

Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit

Workin' for the weekend, now I'm workin' for a spaceship

Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit

Shoot 'em in the night and do that lane switch

Ay, yo, lil' Mexico, pass the gas

Only blue strips, you a basic ass rapper

Ten, twenty, fifty, hundreds, I'm a real life trapper

Real life looney, losin' it, I'm having a crisis

Whole clique strapped up, bitch we looking like ISIS

Thirty deep when I step, bitch, you don't wanna fight us

It's just me, myself, and I, 30 clip in the rifle

Fuck a friend, dick good, like to suck on my Eiffel

Call me trapper of the century, I was born with the title

Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit

Workin' for the weekend, now I'm workin' for a spaceship

Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit

Shoot 'em in the night and do that lane switch

Tell me how that brain is, shawty

'Cause I need me a swallow

Count guap up on the jack, guess I'm feeling like Rolo

I could eat hunnid count and never wake up tomorrow

Fuck that shit, I ain't a bitch

I never fold on my partner

Ten toes, ten hoes, one show in each state

Ten shows, ten bands, he get, so what I make

Give a fuck then do the math, 'cause I don't really care

I go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year

Then the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest

Had about ten meetings, still independent

Favorite rapper Foo-Foo, I keep hundred percent

Woke up, still Perc, hit the blunt and reset

Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed?

I'm just doin' what they'd want, man, runnin' to the check

Money can't buy no happiness, they said

They ain't never take twenty, dropped that on they neck

Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed?

I'm just doin' what they'd want, man, runnin' to the check

Money can't buy no happiness, they said

They ain't never take twenty, dropped that on they neck

That Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face

That Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place

10K for the feature and I'm just might up my rate

I hit a lick and do the race

It got me feeling like Tay-K

I don't want your pussy, rather buy some real estate

Swallow my dick but don't get inside my mind

'Cause you won't get blown away

Baby, bone, I got some issues

Momma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me

So I'm out here dodgin' missiles

Nine times out of ten, they on that fuck shit

Pull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick

No Gucci gang, but you know I got that pump, bitch

I'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin'

Get off that carpet, you don't want no static

Fully automatic, let you have it if you want it

Gettin' money was a habit

All my bitches was the baddest, all my shooters, they lil' savage

Hundred thousand in the attic

IRS can never have it, yo

Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed?

I'm just doin' what they'd want, man, runnin' to the check

Money can't buy no happiness, they said

They ain't never take twenty, dropped that on they neck

Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed?

I'm just doin' what they'd want, man, runnin' to the check

Money can't buy no happiness, they said

They ain't never take twenty, dropped that on they neck, they ain't

Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed?

I'm just doin' what they'd want, man, runnin' to the check

Money can't buy no happiness, they said

They ain't never take twenty, dropped that on they neck