Cin The Dj - 10 Toes Down (feat. Baby B.T, Brazzy Brae & Jab Mac) Lyrics

Make my bitch, she a diva Your bitch, she a eater
I'm in the mall with that gyro on me, nigga, talkin' PETA
Pick a bitch, lil' nigga, I want neither They ain't picture me like this, lil' nigga
I'm a believer Hittin' all the city bitches from all angles

Perk kickin' in, leg lock, no Kurt Angle No money, no blood, nigga, no thank you
Makin' deals with the devil, rockin' Palm Angels
Money gang, we gon' mask up on em' When we mask up on em', we finna task up on
Em' Let a nigga just do it, let a nigga just

Do it, I bet my mans jump on em' Man, you can't show a band in your hands
I pop out right now with ten bands in my pants I'm by myself, I ain't never call my mans
Boy, you stuck with no motion, you got sand in your legs
Niggas talkin' shit, calisthenics, I'ma pull up
Gun to a nigga, chain just like a pull-up
Niggas talkin' shit, calisthenics, I'ma pull
Up Gun to a nigga, chain just like a pull-up
Never switched on my dawg, say ten toes down Outside with it and we get a round town
Never switched on my dawg, say ten toes down Outside with it and we get a round town

F*ck yours, money gang, bitch, you know how we get down
All my brothers fed, baby, it sound crazy, but I'm proud
And some headies around town, guarantee they get found
Every block, every show, we pull up to shut it down

Ain't sippin' on no drink unless it come from the pharmacy
I'ma shoot her past the roxk, I'ma score like storyocavich
Broke as f*ck get a bag and you go and do the opposite
I Wrote it down, manifested, it got damn, I'm a novelist

Halitosis, halitosis, Brazzy baby, always talkin' shit
Lungs eroded, smoking dosha you window shop', never copp the shit
Negative Nancy ass niggas, to be round, keep it positive
Walk through the rain, came out soakin wet, still on top of shit
Balled through the pain, turned a couple losses to accomplishments
Money get you fame, if I know one thing,
I'll go to Furthest with it
I be a goddamn shame, they don't know a thang, but wanna argue with you
I Pull up to shut it down, me and Cin really doggin niggas

Five hundred twenties in my pocket, got a double bag
It's a Mackey in my cup, got a double stack
I'm really in here high as f*ck, cause the blunt was fast
I'm tryna wreck something, man, her rump was fat
I be smoke ready, I ain't never been a pacifist
Hold the blam steady, if he want, I'll pass the fist
Scratch the cereal off my, they ain't catchin' shit
Hollows put him and his twin, it's a matchin' fist
I ain't finna play around what he say now
Compressor on my Anki, shoot it, it don't make sound
Finessin' in my city up a couple K now
Move the pound, stay down, I was on a Greyhound, bitch

Really, I got motion like I'm in transit
The way he lookin' at me, it's gon' get him in his man hit
I love my blick just it's like, hey
I love my blick, just like I love my bitch, I wanna marry it

Money gang with me, other niggas on scary shit
While them other niggas on my dick, on that fairy shit
Niggas talkin' shit, calisthenics , I'ma pull up
Gun to a nigga, chin just like a pull up

Niggas talkin' shit, calisthenics I'ma pull up
Gun to a nigga, chin just like a pull up
Never switched on my dawg, stay ten toes down
Outside with it and we get around town

Never switched on my dawg, stay ten toes down
Outside with it and we get around town
Yo, nigga, keep callin I ain't answer, I decline
Cause niggas be lyin', I done heard it through the vine

Had to call the plug up and order, 19 keys
This a high-level conversation, you ain't got this
Make yo nigga lick this clique till his f*ckin' tongue bleed
I'm Godspeed, you like Diddy on that 10-speed
Nigga, bitch, please, I'ma pit you a mixed breed
Niggas talkin' shit, I'ma pull up
When I shoot I Ont miss that's a pull up
Bouta pull up
Shout out money gang
Shout out Cin
Shout out Big Jab