Runitup Jaybo - 10 Hunnit

Lordz... Aye (Dime baby, aye, huh)
Pushin' 10 hunnit gotta problem, nigga make it known
Nigga if my shooter wasn't down, you wouldn't have made it home
Put they brother down did niggas slide, no they made a post
Bitch you ain't no shooter, stop frontin, zaya take his pole
Bitch you ain't that nigga like that, that bitch ah set you up
Sit outside yo spot you come out, then we gon wet you up
My niggas came from nun' my nigga, so please don't flex with us
You let that bitch get to you nigga, she really bettered blood
Up yo pole bitch ain't no fadin', Chucky don't go for that
I can't put my trust in no nigga, whoever told a fact
Never ever failed onna lick, bitch all I know is lash
Last bitch that tried to set a play, we got on her ass
I can't even name me a time, that I done gave a pass
I can't even name a sucka rhyme, that really even gas
I remember gettin' on niggas, when they came innat jam
Remember niggas stayed in they cell, when politics was ran
Glock 40. and it's been clean, this bitch ah never jam
All you doin' is givin' her dick, that shit ah never last
Ion wanna fuck on no bitch, that can't bring in a bag
All these bitches blowin' my line, got niggas bitches mad
Boy you out here fuckin on bitches, that ain't gon never pay
You lettin' that bitch sit around broke, tell her to bust a date
All that negativity bitch, like get the fuck away
Let a bitch start fuckin' with suckas, she gettin' cut today
Bro just spent a band onnat chop, that he gon' flip for more
Cheesin' niggas whips, got niggas hidin', niggas skippin' loads
Thought I was gon stay in da hood, no bitch I'm skippin' homes
Cus every time I dropped me a shot, bitch they knew where to go
Cuddie ru went down for a homi', they said he smoked da bitch
All you see is holes in they loads, like we was pokin' shit
You are not no vet as no shooter, so you can't hold the stick
Yo brother out here tellin' on niggas, and you promote the shit
Cuddie ru went down for a homi', they said he smoked da bitch
All you see is holes in they loads, like we was pokin' shit
You are not no vet as no shooter, so you can't hold the stick
Yo brother out here tellin' on niggas, and you promote the shit
Other side bangin' niggas dissin', got em' televised
Bitch yo brother died, stop postin' bitch nigga slide
Onna gram they seem hella hard, but niggas really shy
My east niggas chased bro out his feet, and I'll never lie
Niggas always askin' for shit, like lemme hold sum'
Weird nigga, you are not Lordz, so you can't hold nun'
Niggas out here claimin' they hot, boy you ain't blow nun'
Check the board for what, bitch nigga you ain't score nun'
Niggas always askin' for shit, like lemme hold sum'
Weird nigga, you are not Lordz, so you can't hold nun'
Niggas out here claimin' they hot, boy you ain't blow nun'
Check the board for what, bitch nigga you ain't score nun'

Written by:
Jayden Laughlin

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