Ten Four (Produced By Murda Beats)

Y'all say you got Fredo and Reese on camera
How did y'all get my info

Hello Who is this

You been the one that we in to

I don't sell d**gs I ain't a plug
My background from y'all was plenty of guns
You ain't the focus and you bogus
I seen your a*s on plenty of runs

Mama called said cops kicked the door
Not lookin' for me lookin' for bro
That Phantom y'all had came back stolen
In the trunk three sets 36 over
Thirty bricks pure s**t no remix

Address came back to her s**t
You a striker three strikes he out and it ain't no fight
Call cell partner why
Hit 9 with a manslaughter d**n
And his bond two million dollars flat
I don't care cause I'mma make it right back
And the feds they all on my back

Turned that street money into rap

And these n***as trippin' these n***as b***hin'

Got em all in your trap

Nah

First 48 that's a homi had 40 had Tommy

Two flats got my zombie one flat that's a body
In my mind smoke Bobby we ain't a gang we a family

N***as wearin' oh my n***as spray and n***as die
Phone tapped up n***as say Durk n***a when they jam up
Call Fredo bring the pounds up
Built 300 from the ground up war time then we round up
How you snitch doin' five months
I'm leaning dry like I'm smoking five blunts
I can have all the bricks I want
I can have all the guns I want
N***as tell but I want
Out of sight out of mind
Head shots then I'm out of town
Pull a tec if you out of bounds

Whole hood let a hundred rounds
Now he dead now he underground

You ain't a star n***a you underground

Everybody know he runnin' wild everybody know I'm a problem child

Let's get it