| Yeah we turnt all the way to the max right now, nigga |
| It’s young T right now, nigga, mhm, yeah (Cannon!) |
| Yo bitch know it |
| I swear, man (Cannon go crazy!) |
| Lately I been fucking bitches by the two’s |
| Getting millions by the two’s |
| Black gulley, black seats, hop out in Chicago two’s |
| Black 40 preme beam punching like it’s Rocky 2 |
| They told me I wouldn’t make it out, okay, I’m confused |
| Yeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I’m Tommy Cruise |
| Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school |
| Kutter counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused |
| Flew a ratchet out the Cabo, had her top me by the pool, yeah |
| Judging by the jewels, you think we sold a lot of food |
| Yeah, they said they gon' do something to me, okay, I’m amused |
| Cause they ain’t' got a clue, them niggas must don’t watch the news |
| Niggas know just how we move |
| Yeah, I’m on ten |
| I’m on ten |
| Bitch I’m T, I’m on ten |
| Turnt to the max, I’m on ten |
| I’m up ten |
| I’m on ten |
| Bitch I’m T, I’m on ten |
| Turnt to the max, I’m on ten |
| Fifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I’m T |
| I re’d up with all the profit, bitch, I’m T |
| I shot straight up to the top cause bitch, I’m T |
| It ain’t shit that they could do to stop me, bitch, I’m T, fuck you mean, nigga? |
| I’m on ten and my bitch is a ten |
| Nickname Glock, the FM, my bitch gleam |
| Got a bulletproof Maybach, president Benz |
| Just push that lil button, them boys gon' spin |
| Just push that lil button, send them boys to God |
| I jump out the Porsche when they go to the park |
| You know I’m a king, cannot pull my car |
| I’ll push up on niggas like a broke Ferrar' |
| Yeah, yeah, long as I got me, don’t need yo help |
| Yeah, ten toes down, do this shit myself |
| I’mma hustle, I’mma get it till my last breath |
| Yeah, get back gang, put his brains on the steps |
| I be swimming through the money like Michael Phelps |
| I ran up the bag, still ain’t caught crep |
| Everybody got sticks like we fit in their camp |
| Yeah, I’m on ten |
| I’m on ten |
| Bitch I’m T, I’m on ten |
| Turnt to the max, I’m on ten |
| I’m up ten |
| I’m on ten |
| Bitch I’m T, I’m on ten |
| Turnt to the max, I’m on ten |
| I’m on ten |
| I’m on ten |
| Bitch I’m T, I’m on ten |
| Turnt to the max, I’m on ten |
| I’m up ten |
| I’m on ten |
| Bitch I’m T, I’m on ten |
| Turnt to the max, I’m on ten, yeah |
| I cannot be in no gang |
| Even if I’mma ball, oh |
| And I be getting real lit |
| These niggas all stay at home |
| I really don’t know who you think you are |
| All you wanna do is doubt me from the start |
| All you wanna do is hate on me and post about me even if I really give heart |
| You really need to change |
| You need to change your ways |
| No, you can’t bounce here the same |
| No, this is not a game |
| I’m going stupid, I’m going through it |
| I’m 'bout to shoot you like Cupid |
| I’m going crazy, I’m 'bout to lose it |
| They tryna solve me like Rubix |
| Use your tongue, you was real goofy |
| You had a chance and you blew it |
| You was runned up, you was real lucid |
| You had a bag and you threw it |
| Now, you was never included |
| You was secluded |
| You got some beef that’s concluded |
| You got some beef went disputed |
| The streets is polluted, with that body sharing slew wit |
| You argue online for clout |
| You’re nothing without |
| I do not know how you even get around |
| You wear all these masks and you still get around |
| You’re scared someone will catch you and put the lights out |
| Did someone catch you off guard? Ooh |
| Now they shoot you from afar? Ooh |
| They shooting at you, they shoot at your heart and make sure it do not restart |
| They know you was not that book part of the charts |
| Driving by and they shoot you from the car |
| If you get lucky, you get another chance |
| You better rethink it and you better think hard |
| You better end that beef |
| Better steppin on your knees |
| You better go get clean |
| You better go get green |
| You better act right, ooh |
| Or someone shoot you in the back or two |
| I’m not just stunna check, ooh |
| And I’mma take your mom’s stuff or two |
| They going crazy, we go with the guys, mm |
| We 'bout to stop for supplies |
| We 'bout to go and shoot right to the sky |
| Like a nimbus cloud, I’m 'bout to take flight |
| We don’t put no effort, we never tried |
| Staying together, I hope we don’t die |
| And I am forever, it’s dead or alive |
| I’m married to all you niggas tonight |