Ten Ten - Spillage Village, J.I.D, EarthGang

Shit, 9 0 5, 9 0 10

Spend a block, spend a bin

Take a blunt to the chin

(You're okay? Aight cool)

Every day, different sin

Who what, where when

Twelve ass I ain’t see em'

Perfect hour, solo trippin'

Mystery Van, for my whip

If you can, load my clip

All around I’m the shit

Flood the town, taking shits

Pussy juice, on my lips

(10 10, damn)

10 10, 20 20, 30 30, 40 40, 50 50 (huh huh, 50 50)

10 10, 20 20, 30 30, 40 40, 50 50 (huh huh)

Fifty Fifty (Count)

OK, went to jail in the 7−5

In my pocket, 3−5-7

7 times 5, 35 — I think

Damn

Mona Lisa, 3−5-25−8

On 285, but I ride adjacent to

A blue eyed Jim Crow violations

5−0, when the 6 meet the 9 it’s crazy

85 babies on simps

Doin' 95 down Marlin, blowin'

Wanna fly?

Find out, ask me

You ain’t gotta ask, motherfucker you know it!

10 10, 20 20, 30 30, 40 40, 50 50 (huh huh, 50 50)

10 10, 20 20, 30 30, 40 40, 50 50 (huh huh)

Fifty Fifty (Count)

Hundreds, Fifties

Quarter Ticket

Three fourths said the dope real

Half off with a broke scale

Pourin deuces before they pour em for us

They sayin' I got an ounce to go

Now I know me got a 30 roll

21 with 22 planes

23 I’m like the new Ye

Hustle hour, 24 a day

Pack the quarter, we ain’t never change

50 hundreds

200 twenties with that other

St Laurent, spent a quick 2

7 comin', time to double up

I’m fast, you countin', did you add it up?

14, I was makin' bucks

Heard 15, I was talkin bout ain’t no number 13 on the Dodgers

Fuck 12 since we ride around

16 stuntin' on your Father

Burn a 7 at the 112

All the 5 on the dash bill

Swear to God, it’s '98 feel

20−20 I can see the vision

50−50, we just equal rippin'

40−40's in the coke commercial

10−10's for this 1 drink

Bitch I’m stuntin', I’m a G

10 10, 20 20, 30 30, 40 40, 50 50 (huh huh, 50 50)

10 10, 20 20, 30 30, 40 40, 50 50 (huh huh)

Fifty Fifty (Count)