[Intro](Mommy, India got them beats)(K4ProducedIt)[Chorus]Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and chooseDee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of youLil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on toolsKnow they trap two different cars right back to backYeah, yeah[Verse 1]Bitch, go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"Go tell 'em lil' cuz still makin' them hitters get busy with them red dotsGo tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a headshotI know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh?Stop now, pow-pow, then sped offI'm with that shit, wе tear it downOl' bitch-ass nigga, boy, you gon' fuck around and get your body foundFree my daddy, I wanna face my problеms like my mamaWe all with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addies, not no traumasDeal with problems, think I'm traumatized, get chastised, he fumbleDrive, pull up fast, and then jump right on side, pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch (Ho-ass boy)Uh-uh, mmm, he's a motherfuckin' animalHe come through like a cannonballHis gun gon' straight demolish you, it damage you, he get dissolvedShoot, let the AR off with monkey nuts, problem solved[Chorus]Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and chooseDee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of youLil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on toolsKnow they trap two different cars right back to backYeah, yeah[Verse 2]Shoot the whole club up, don't cost us nothin', you seen in thereInterstate, from the back, tear the trunk up (Baow), bitch, you better not have no kids in thereI'm a millionaire, don't throw our position, nigga, then say we ain't pick 'em fairNigga, fuck that, know he dead, we ain't even carin', should've caught your ass in thereFly a Crip bitch out just for to let her do my hairYou wanna try me, I play that fair, bitch, truth or dare (Bitch, truth or dare, let's go, uh)Know I'm bangin' red like Tony Starks, it's no perhaps, you disrespect, we slump you on your project stairsIt's all I hear, "They don't like you, Top," I'm like, "Man, who are you? Blah-blah"You gon hear, "Pow, pow," approach me with that rah-rah, bitchThey know I don't do no stuntin'I just wanna end it, fuck that tension, I'm gon' throw out moneyThey don't do no actin', I get active, I'm on meds, up on 'emRun up on that bitch clappin', once we smash 'em, rep off 'em straight laughin' like that shit be funny[Outro](Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose)I'll slime allegiance, nigga, to the green flag (Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you)Of the United States, believe that, of America, bitch (Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools)You better stay on your pivot, nigga (Know they trap two different cars right back to back)Believe it (Yeah, yeah)We gon' split youHey, is Kentrell in there?
