2 Chainz and YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 10 Bracelets
(Buddah Bless this beat) yeahMore whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente (hot)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (facts)
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got a arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of ten bracelets (how many?)
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
Hold up, hold up, she basic, money stuffed in briefcases
Voodoo beat I cremate it, I did the hook, Kareem made it
Mike Amiri jeans and the pussy made me fiend lately
I just bought a team, nigga, rest in peace to Feen, nigga
Niggas ain't sippin' on drank, sippin' Listerine, nigga (facts)
Pockets are 380 but the stick came with a beam, nigga (baow)
Straight from ATL, uh, world call me 2, 2
Own my own restaurant, I'on even buy food (ooh)
Own my own weed, I'on even buy gas (gas)
Got my own bitch, I'on even buy ass (not me)
Got the pain on me and I got it in the stash
Bought my shooter Neosporin, his index finger got a rash (rash)
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente (hot)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (facts)
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got a arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of ten bracelets (how many?)
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
Switched the plans, ship sinking, dead friends, Ben Franklin
Four engine for a young nigga, man, that shit dangerous
Doing the dash while I'm switchin' lanes, money what I'm thinkin'
Got different fantasies, spent sixty thousand just for one painting
Money tall now it won't fold up, it was small now it done grown up
I'on like the conversation, fuck relations, hang the phone up (phone)
In the cell mad at the ones I love
I ain't never pick the phone up (I ain't never)
Petty pain, I found the shine and switched the tone up (I switched it up for you)
And this is the life, what I spent, don't reimburse me
I be givin' everything back that you gave that left me hurtin' (it's hurtin')
And I know it ain't right, everything certain
Just like everything surfaced, jump in the Maybach close the curtains
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente (hot)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (facts)
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got a arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of ten bracelets (how many?)
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
He go to the door with the .38
I hear 'em say, "Hell nah" and we hear, "Blam"
Cuh look at me, I look at cuh
Earl came out there with me, he stumble
Boom-boom, boom, boom, stumble on me
I was like, "Man, go on with all that goddamn playing
Calm down the playing"
Cuh was like, "Ayy Big, I don't think he playin', bruh
The nigga side gone", I said, "What?"
Nigga whole side was missing
But it hadn't blowed up yet (hell nah)
Like ain't no bro-, ain't no blood, so, yeah
(He hit him with a pump?) Hit him with a pump
Written by:
Kentrell Gaulden, Tyron Douglas, Presley Leonard, Tauheed Epps, Nolan Presley
Publisher:
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