My on ten I gets the green People always saying that the hell is mean? it was the Glock going hand to hand Then I got to moving the by gram Your boy get bread, thats a doubt One by one, I them out I get paper nigga, I get that paper Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad If I dont get it on time, Ill get it on the next flip Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next Its all, when its nothing to do Fuck up a hater or two, or a nigga at you Gem star scratch you, youre just a rapper In fact, youre a rapper Say the wrong and Ill get your ass wrapped up Bass line bumping, whole dumping to my niggas, get the pumping I bread nigga, heavy bread It was rip to big now dead Now all the fat ask if it was something My swag on ten I gets the People always saying what the hell is mean? I get, the bread, I blow, I blows the bread My on ten I gets the green People always saying that the hell is that My on ten I gets the green People saying what the hell is that mean? I get, the bread, I blow, I blows the bread I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the And I be swagging all day, I be all day Im NY, but I fuck with When Im out in the bay feels home sweet home Now niggas cant with the shit Im on get it fucked up A nigga pumping out, get you stuck up Out of habit, I got bad Sem autos, and automatics Click clack it, it, Clap clap shit, reload, clap shit I been this I dont need practice I been this I dont need practice My swag on ten I the green People saying what the hell is that mean? I get, the bread, I blow, I blows the bread My swag on ten I gets the People always saying that the hell is that My on ten I gets the green People saying what the hell is that mean? I get, gets the bread, I blow, I the bread I get, the bread, I blow, I blows the bread.