Chuckles - 10 Lyrics

Yeah hit a nerve
Why y'all bitches hate it's absurd

I got ten reasons and none of them are for y'all birds
Yeah, I made two Flyin's

We fly like bird
I'm off the world and off this yard

Off this yard Pullin in the cart
Yeah I got whip my shit, I whip my shit right through the dark

Got y'all bitches hatin', bark bark
Yeah whip that shit right through the street ah-ah-ah-ah

Y'all up on my meat I just cant catch a break
Ten ten lines but this shit a mistake

Ah freestyle this shit never too late
Yeah every time I rap my shit I put my mouth on face

Damn I hold my hands on face
I ain't tryna I ain't tryna catch no case

Yeah uh uh I got this green
I'm a mean green bean, uh

Shit obscene
Yeah, why you on my dash

No that shit a pass, old shit in the past
New shit new level yeah

This shit, this shits super gas
Yeah we, me and my bro we pop out to the scene

Ten people and they all waitin' for me
I got yeah, I got In the stands I got, I got

Ten on my hands
Ooh whats that, Who's callin? Its the bands

Yeah Ten of em
Ten rackies on hands

I got low ball bitch
Don't lowball me you a fan

Fryball bitch, put me on a fryin' pan
Uh I got top from three at the same time

I got green on the same line
I got me and mine

Yeah yeah uh-huh
Watch me come from the top

I just come from the bottom
I got that guap I got that guap for my hands

I got that guap for my hands
Ten on each hand

I got these lines, I got these lines
I got these lines on each hand

And I got these, I got this fresh swag, look at my pants