10 Letter Giant lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, hmm

[Chorus]
I 'd do everything for my gang n*gga and my family
I f*cked yo different b*tch the same day call it double whammy
Huh, walk around with that pack on me n*gga f*ck that fanny
b*tch said she got a sweet tooth for the di*k hoe said she love candy
Swear we jack em like Jackson we f*ckin they sisters like Janet
I'm off Xans, Glock 17 make em panic
Gang, we get [?] vampire sh*t ain't landin
Took a rap n*gga chain' f*ck it we ain plan it, ye'en never felt no real pain f*ck n*gga you wouldn't understand
[?] in this sauna jump em like a rabbit
I feel like a mummy wrap em up and stab em
I lost all my friends I ain't got no rеason to never be cappin
Feel likе I'm dead the way I be rappin on this damn beat, but f*ck all this rappin
Crash out and go' cap em man that's f*ckin tragic
Opp don't come to this block hit em with the one in the head
I put the fye to his face told me I can have it
Took the jakes on that chase find me, they ain catch me
n*gga my whoa come and get chu n*gga f*ck that lackin
I can get you by myself, my brotha come and get you really it don't matter
We pull out them Glocks so f*ck the chit-a-chatter
b*tch come to my block to see who big or badder
n*gga flew up to the top floor, f*ck that ladder
Babylife make em p*ss his self, f*ck up his bladder
n*gga they keep wanna go up we the number 1 trapper
Told kilo you'll risk get another life, probably gotta stab her
7-6 backwood, roll we ion got no lighter
Told my whoa go ahead f*ck the b*tch just gon' head pipe her
We sh*ttin on lame ass n*ggas f*ck that damn diaper
She had said what bout the mobb, I pull out that rifle
BL whackin sh*t the number one tiger
And I pipe her head up just to f*ck ion like her
I know real whoas in the Bronx free them boys out rikers
Fire arm on me, f*ck tha firefighter
Die hard bout BL I'll die behind the tiger
Lil b*tch can't facetime I'll probably Skype her
Lil b*tch can't Skype me I'll prolly write her
n*gga talm bout that Glock missing, know I'm the number one striker
Good gas come shop that my number one buyer
n*ggas be switchin like some spare tires
You n*ggas be b*tches just like aphrodita
Got locked up f*cked around and lost my client
Playin with mob you gon' hear them sirens
Big bad wolf 10 letter giant
Tryna make this sh*t work baby girl I'm tryin
Put the Glock on his fore head we might f*ck up his linin
Yeah, b*tch I'm popular but I'm still lonely
Beat ya Lil brotha ass I f*ckin told em
Been beatin they f*cking partna ass in front of that corner
You know these rubber bands, they ain't my problem
Dont f*ck with that fake sh*t I don't condone it
Eat his face just like chicken then we call em bonie
f*ckin up his game system call me romey
If you not f*ckin with me, I'm not for you
I took momma on the Bora Bora (ora, ora, ora)