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ns (can) - 10 toes lyrics

[intro: big surp]
gang, gang, gang
gang in this bitch, nigga
huh
i heard that the opps don’t like that
they don’t like that
but if you’re sick then, lil nigga, fight back
lil nigga
i heard the opps don’t like that
don’t like that
fight back
gang, gang, gang, gang

[chorus: big surp]
ten toes when i step in the place
i heard the opps don’t like that
move sick get stomped on range
like, little nigga, fight back
broad day posted up front page
l make my young boy fly that
free lv, locked in the cage
and free my bros locked up doin’ age

[verse 1: purple]
but pause, my gauge l had to sell that
i’m tryna upgrade a ting wit’ a kickback what you know ‘bout trappin’ in the rain?
hit him up, then i watch his blood drain
you hear the tonе in my voice, that’s the pain
you see a chain on my neck, that’s a stain you hеar the click clack, that’s the grains you get jammed for your stick, that’s my gain
and gettin’ jammed for your work is the game
yeah, i’m mod in my head i’m insane
got his bitch in the trap runnin’ trains
free my bros locked up from the jane
same stick got jammed doin’ damage
help the opps, man, i swear they can’t manage
from the southside to another planet
i got shooters on my team like mavericks
send my young boy to hit him that’s maverick
they don’t want no smoke, no static
shit get hectic
try to run, jammed up when that tech spit
when we pull up we splash
skrrt from the scene then laugh
‘cause these niggas ain’t really in the field, internet bangin’ for the fans
and the opps don’t really want smoke, tell ‘em go ride out for their mans
like bg said, that .40 won’t jam
all the opps they be takin’ the stand
like, they just freed me from the can (they just freed me)
i’m goin’ back that’s part of my plan (gang)
twenty+five for the stick, not a band
make my youngin’ might show a couple grand
[chorus]
ten toes when i step in the place
i heard the opps don’t like that
move sick get stomped on range
like, little nigga, fight back
broad day posted up front page
l let my young boy fly that
free lv, locked in the cage
and free my bros locked up doin’ age

[verse 2: ns]
ten toes when i step on the floor range
i heard the opps don’t like that
stomp him out, make him crack off the range
like, lil nigga, fight back
they all hard on road but fugay
tryna say it ain’t like that
but i’m far ot gettin’ paid
so they know i’ll be right back
they be broke, outta pocket
southside, i’m the number one topic
ot doin’ road wit’ a bad bitch
they ain’t a demon, they a dubz
they ain’t a pit bull; they a pups
these niggas still slide in my dm’s
man, i wouldn’t wanna be them, i got a four+door truck or a van
all black when i’m slidin’ on mans
you ain’t nothin’ but a pothead
spot a twenty bag, boy, you tryna spot next
on the ‘scope sayin’ who you gon’ shot next
nike steppin’ to go check your boo
nike steppin’ when i did the move
couple pounds of the loud she like “ou”
shout out the baddies that line up the move
more money, more guns
buy grains then my youngin’s have fun
shoot a nigga in his face and tell him “talk up”
‘cause these niggas just talk on the net
see me first and be duckin’ my set
man, you already know what i rep
in the [?] whole squad gettin’ neck
truey, jordan, she like how i step, step, step

- ns can lyrics

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