Stand On 10 lyrics

[Intro: Blade Man]
(Enrgy made this one)
Blade Man, n*gga

[Verse 1: Blade Man]
You n*ggas cannot be like me, you wasn't made for this
Oh, my lil' yeah with the yeah, that's my favorite b*tch
Might as well call me Lee Blade James how I carry sh*t
Told a ham to walk inside that bank, stop that scary sh*t
Every time a b*tch see me, she like, "It's really him"
Up some dog sh*t real quick and let her get a glimpse
She see me out the Rickie Owens, said I'm comin' trim
She a grown b*tch, but I passed her to my brother Spinnn
These n*ggas shouldn't have no feet 'cause they don't stand on tеn
My old homie, he an opp, he bеtter stand on ten
Flexin' that lil' baby-ass roll, that's a basic ten
His ass thought he was sh*t and bought a basic Benz

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Hm, I ain't good at networkin', you be makin' friends
Hm, I've been in the trap sinnin', tryna make amends
Bro safe like a journal 'cause his paper thin
I don't got a dollar for a b*tch, but I might save her friend
Hm, if we locked in, then you don't gotta worry
Hm, I can't put you in the game if you ain't got a jersey
If you don't wake up every day and hustle, you is not a person
Hm, touch my cup and you'll die, hope the pop was worth it
Hm, I make money for no reason, I don't got a purpose
Hm, right now, my name poppin' up and you don't gotta search it
If you ain't got insurance on your car, you can't stop the searches
I turned that b*tch card off, I just blocked the purchase
[Verse 3: Blade Man]
A n*gga play with my pape', then he gettin' murdered
Finna set the booth right on fire like this b*tch a furnace
Your b*tch always on my di*k 'cause she know I'm the turntest
Every time I buy a gift card, five hundred every purchase
n*gga said that he was on my head, sh*t, I told him merch it
And, n*gga, I don't want no green, I be sippin' purple
I just bust in this lil' b*tch, I ain't know she was fertile
Swung the Drac' at that n*gga, I was tryna hurt him
n*gga want me in the booth, you gotta pay for verses
n*gga, I don't pop no f*ckin' beans, I be takin' Perkies
n*gga mad I took his cheese, so I told him murk me
I'll hit your b*tch off the strength and you gon' get her a Birkin

[Verse 4: 3200 Tre]
Hm, b*tch, I came up off glass, I'm like James Worthy
Hm, with or without pape', I'm the same person
You a bad trick, you bought all your b*tches the same purses
Hm, your motion slow, you at the crib tryna hang curtains
Hm, get off your ass and make some pape'
You wanna be my wife? b*tch, get off your ass and make a play
I ain't rich, if I buy a b*tch an ass, it better shake
You wanna keep it? Make that pape' back in twenty-seven days
I just flipped a band twenty-seven ways
You been sh*ttin' on that zip for twenty-seven days
Your b*tch don't even like your di*k, she said it's lame
Hm, I ain't wanna bust my wrist, I left it plain