10 Toes lyrics

[Intro: G.T.]
(Epps on the track)
You like that?
Yeah
It's real sh*t, n*gga
Yeah (Cypress)
Ayy

[Chorus: G.T. & Fenix Flexin]
I'm in the streets (Streets), I stand ten toes (Ten toes)
Any n*gga in my shoes would've been fold (Would've been fold)
And if this rap don't work, I'm finna send hoes (Finna send hoes)
I be sippin' on this juice, poppin' benzos (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in the streets (I'm in the streets), I stand ten toes (I stand ten toes)
Any n*gga in my shoes would've been fold (Yeah)
And if this rap don't work, I'm finna send hoes (I'm finna send hoes)
I be sippin' on this juice, poppin' benzos (Benzos)

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hold on, rap still workin', I'm still sendin' hoes, huh
I just a b*tch outta Frisco, huh
I just served a junkiе out the window
n*gga, we hoppin' out, we ain't shootin' out no windows
Got a b*tch from Mozzy hood in Sacramеnto, huh
And my new b*tch, yeah, she from Fresno, huh
My other b*tch, yeah, she swipe discos
And my other b*tch, she like to tote pistols
[Verse 2: G.T.]
This that don't talk, I'm talkin' thirty-six, old soft
Get the load off, then I'm countin' up at the loft
Did some sh*t with the bag, you wouldn't believe it
If I told you what I did, you would have to see it
Tennessee with the Warners
I'm at a show on stage with the Glock showin'
I'm in tip-top shape, these n*ggas in the way
Thousand beans down the way, sold 'em all in a day

[Verse 3: BandGang Paid Will]
Ayy, you was in the halls, b*tch, I dropped out
Pull up in our section actin' crazy and get boxed out
Told the b*tch make twenty or don't clock out
Say your trap slowed up, I got the right route
Still goin' hard in the same spot
Never hear from a n*gga, I'm on the same block
Say the word, I'll come and grab the whole crop
Somethin' extra in the clip, n*gga, I won't stop

[Verse 4: Fenix Flexin]
What you wanna do? Baby, come and choose (Come and choose)
I just popped a Perc', shawty want the blues (Want the blues)
n*ggas talkin' crazy, look at how he move (How he move)
I know this n*gga partner, I'ma get him too (I'ma get him too)
Yeah, you keep your pistol, but don't never shoot (Don't never shoot)
How you salty 'bout that b*tch? You need to let her choose (Let her choose)
You ain't shot nobody (Damn), you ain't caught no body (Ayy)
You ain't did no dirt (Ayy), I ain't heard about it
[Verse 5: OhGeesy]
YSL, fly as hell, n*gga, f*ck 12
I'm with Beno off the sh*ts, we gon' give 'em hell
I f*ck with rowdy-ass n*ggas that belong in jail
A million pressed Xans, get 'em through the mail
Boy, I really flip this sh*t, your b*tch, I hit the sh*t
Get the cocaine, wrap it up like a Christmas gift
Boy, I really flip this sh*t, your b*tch, I hit the sh*t
Get the cocaine, wrap it up like a Christmas gift