G. Montana - Ten Lyrics

Uh, Biggest, Montana
Big-ass ten on my side, you ain't never touch a ten
Jim4 got a nine with a box, knock off your limbs
If I get locked, I ain't do it, no time, I got money to spend

Omerta, I ain't droppin' no dime, I don't speak no sin
I don't see no sin, young eses ready to spin
Take a striker, and switch out the VIN
Play with my brother and switch up the whip

Get on one knee, and watch that bitch flip
Should've never said my name from the rip
Nuestro Canton nigga, f*ck who you with
Wanna die for some fame, come spin

Round it up, spend it, get it again
Before I go broke, Ill go out bangin' pin
You a bitch, you got jacked for your gen
Like what's in my cup is a jack, is it gin

Four hundred on some drank, I'm inna stu with gin
Four hundred on some shades, had to Prada my lens
Think you real, but everything you claim is pretend
Big ass Super Bowl ring, I could've bought a Benz

Treated you like my brother, you weren't even my friend
Got that shit from the gutter, now I'm lookin' for land
On the south tryna get rich, pocket full of sand
Million dollar mission, snake me for a band

My dawg said get a ram, I'd rather have a lamb
On the block, taxing, call me Uncle Sam
All That fake rapping, get you turned to sand
I've been mix, matching the whips cause I can

Wanna beef from the can, I don't f*ck with no Spam
Wanna beef on the net, in person hear a blam
Got a cool 15 sittin' on my hand
I was lil dude, 15 with a hammer

I done touched so much white, por eso soy Montana
Ill f*ck round up the pipe if you knock over this Fanta
Ill f*ck round up the price, take the bows to Atlanta
F*ck round, take em to Bama

Fat fool with a fat sack, yeah, call me Santa
Thinkin' like, should I get the scat pack
Or save for the Phantom
Don't ask me about none of these hoes, these bitchs be random

Thinkin' like, should I get my neck froze
Or save for the family
Big-ass 10 on my side, you ain't never touch a 10
Jim4 got a 9, with a box, knock off your limbs

If I get locked, I ain't do it, no time, I got money to spend
Omertà, I ain't droppin' no dime, I don't speak no sin
I don't see no sin, young eses ready to spin
Take a striker, and switch out the Vin

Play with my brother, and switch up the whip
Get on one knee and watch that bitch flip
You should've never said my name from the rip
Nuestro canton nigga f*ck who you with
Wanna die for some fame, come spin