Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 Gallons, artist - Isaac ZaleDate of issue: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 Gallons |
| And I’m on ten |
| And I got a ten gallon water for squad |
| I’m a hit that bitch one more again |
| And I got tints all on my ride |
| I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away |
| And I got homies I miss that died |
| I dont want to feel that shit again |
| And I hotbox when I’m in my ride |
| I ain’t ever hiding just |
| I ain’t ever |
| Look at how a death affects you |
| Now I got two straps, ambidextrous |
| Homie got blew back now I’m next up |
| Mick and I two step, straightened your chest out |
| I been inside of the kitchen |
| I don’t need any permission |
| Unless shawty tryna' get pipe |
| ‘Cause that be my bitches decision |
| I don’t want no Margiela or Balenci’s |
| You could not offend me |
| You could only push me to the edge and find lead from the end of my 50 |
| Bitch I’m with the wind, see |
| Pop a motherfucker like Jones no Quincy, ugh |
| I been on the hunt for the Benjies, bruh |
| ‘Cause every thing that glitter lets me feel it in my soul |
| Big bro got popped and I pray for his soul |
| I feel less human when I sit back and morn |
| But it makes me feel something |
| I’m little bit torn on the topic |
| Corn on the cob |
| When you flow I’m appalled, homie stop it |
| Apostle of God with a god complex and I know y’all mother fuckers catch these |
| optics |
| These op-op |
| And I’m on ten |
| And I got a ten gallon water for squad |
| I’m a hit that bitch one more again |
| And I got tints all on my ride |
| I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away |
| And I got homies I miss that died |
| I dont want to feel that shit again |
| And I hotbox when I’m in my ride |
| I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away |
| And I’m back with a black mask |
| Anybody tryna brah-brah take a cat nap |
| I don’t want to take another tablet of acid |
| I don’t want to have another panic and flash back |
| Blood’s thicker than water |
| I starved with my men, now we split up the lotto |
| And I could never cave, take a bitch to the grotto |
| And fuck 'til my dick hurt |
| «Distract me» is my motto |
| False loyalty to people |
| Where reciprocation is weak |
| My seven deadly sins, might occupy the whole week |
| I felt I owed her my life |
| For helping when I O. D |
| 'Til Cherry told me «homie, you would do the same shit for me» |
| And that’s true as fuck |
| My bitch green obsessed but got the bluest blood |
| And my burgundy soul’s polysporin in the cut |
| And the water of the womb grows thinner than the blood |
| Spark up the cannabis |
| Bitch I’m inanimate |
| I don’t feel shit since bro got killed |
| And all of these pills really helping me handle it |
| Drop dead weight, it’s water |
| Keep me away from the alter |
| My body is morphing and changing a lot |
| But my soul is the part that dont alter |
| Drop dead weight, it’s water |
| Keep me away from the alter |
| My body is public and up for the taking |
| My soul is the part I don’t offer |
| And I’m on ten |
| And I got a ten gallon water for squad |
| I’m a hit that bitch one more again |
| And I got tints all on my ride |
| I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away |
| And I got homies I miss that died |
| I dont want to feel that shit again |
| And I hotbox when I’m in my ride |
| I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away |
| And I’m on ten |
| And I got a ten gallon water for squad |
| I’m a hit that bitch one more again |
| And I got tints all on my ride |
| I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away |
| And I got homies I miss that died |
| I dont want to feel that shit again |
| And I hotbox when I’m in my ride |
| I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away |