Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 Percent, artist - 9lokkNine. Album song Bloodshells Revenge, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AFNF
Song language: English
10 Percent |
| I need ten percent of everything, that’s what Beanie said |
| Koop said play your cards right lil bruh, you gotta spread |
| Wildin' with no fuckin' bread like lil bruh use your head |
| I told my granny they don’t understand me, I’m a thoroughbred |
| Tension when I’m in the room, I can feel the heat |
| Boy Lil Nine be totin' stupid straps, I’m talkin' HIV |
| And if it’s beef then where the biscuits at 'cause we ready to eat |
| Beef then where the biscuits at 'cause we ready to feast |
| Fresh up out the county joint, now a nigga ballin' |
| This a freestyle jit, no fuckin' phone like who the hell I’m callin' |
| Lil Mimi just parked off the curb, he fresh off a serve |
| And what’s off in my double cup, this here gon' chill your nerves |
| Red dot on some hollow tippers, we the tampon crew |
| We gon' stick 'em up and rob the boy, finesse him out his shoes |
| We were known for toting sticks, no lil twenty-twos |
| Leave a stain on your wifebeater, same color suwoop |
| GlokkNine I’m a fuckin' menace, you can call me Dennis |
| Free Lil Mookey, that my brother man, I’m fresh off a sentence |
| He get caught, that boy gon' fuckin' sing, like a lullaby |
| What they rappin', that shit nonfiction, vow to tell no lies |
| I won’t ever testify, that shit ain’t a hundred |
| Out here like you in the streets but lowkey runnin' from me |
| I’m coming out your bitch throat, yeah just like some vomit |
| And after I make her clean it up I told the bitch who’s comin' |
| Ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah |
| Uh, ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah |
| That lil bitch a nat, she a freak up in them sheets |
| She know I’m kind of ugly, it’s like beauty and the beast |
| I was with my niggas, I ain’t been home in a week |
| We was stolo, slidin' foreign, out here tearin' up these streets |
| Ask your daddy and your mama 'bout them fuckin' YJB’s |
| We’ll pull up in the Sprinter, air it out and clear the scene |
| Lil Took he be trippin', he just rollin' off a bean |
| He knew that he was hit the way lil Tooray swung the beam, uh |
| Stringray and the Beamer, heart cold, below degrees |
| I’m quick to bless a nigga like he motherfuckin' sneezed |
| These jits behind me reckless, some of 'em younger than me |
| No Nike, we gon' check it, ain’t no flexin', bitch it’s me |
| No no Nike, we gon' check it, ain’t no flexin', bitch it’s me |
| Uh, ayy, yeah, yeah you know I’m YJB, yeah |
| Uh, ayy, what it do, what it do |
| Uh, ayy, ayy, I’m at your tooth |
| Uh, ayy, whole hundred in the booth |
| Yeah, ayy, GlokkNine, ain’t no damn Quay |
| Uh, ayy, yeah, uh ayy, uh ayy, yeah, ayy |
| Uh ayy, uh ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah |
| Uh ayy, yeah ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah |
| Uh ayy, uh ayy, it’s not on Quay |
| Yeah ayy, ayy ayy |