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Nah, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop)\nTen out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nShoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch\nAyo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas!\nWhoop, ayy, yeah, ayy, whoop, ah-ah, yeah\nBig Juice tha Sip\n\nOnly blue strips, you a basic ass rapper (Haha-ha)\nTen, twenty, fifty, hunnids, I'm a real life trapper (Huhu-hu)\nReal life loonie losin' it, I'm havin' a crisis (Okay!)\nWhole clique strapped up, bitch we lookin' like ISIS (Troom, troom, troom, troom!)\n30 deep when I step, bitch you don't wanna fight us (No)\nIt's just me myself and I, a 30 clip and a rifle\nFuck a frat bitch good, like to suck on my Eiffel\nCall me trapper of the century, I was born with the title (Okay!)\n\nNine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nWorkin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop)\nTen out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nShoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch\n\nTell me how that brain is, shorty, 'cause I need me a swallow (Okay)\nCount guap up on the Jack, guess I'm feeling like Rollo (Okay)\nI could eat this 100 count and never wake up tomorrow (Never)\nFuck that shit, I ain't a bitch, I never fold on my partner (No way)\nTen toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (Okay)\nTen shows, ten bands, each get, so what I make (So what I)\nGive a fuck, then do the math, cause I don't really care\nI go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year (Yeah)\nThen the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (Haha-ha)\nHad about ten meetings, still independent (Haha-ha)\nFavorite rapper foo-foo, I keep hunnid percent (I really do)\nI woke up still perc'd, hit the blunt and reset\n\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't)\n\nThat Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face\nThat Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place\n10K for the feature and I just might up my rate\nI hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K\nI don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate\nSwallow my dick but don't get inside my mind\n'Cause you won't get blown away\nBaby Bone, I got some issues\nMomma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me\nSo I'm out here dodgin' missiles\nNine times out of ten, they on that fuck shit\nPull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick\nNo \"Gucci Gang,\" but you know I got that Pump, bitch\nI'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin'\nGet off that carpet, you don't want no static\nFully automatic, let you have it if you want it\nGettin' money was a habit\nAll my bitches was the baddest\nAll my shooters hella savage\nHunnid thousand in the attic\nIRS can never have it (Yeah)\n\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't)\n\nLost ten homies, How can I feel blessed?\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.11] Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\n[00:03.45] Workin' for the weekend? Nah, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop)\n[00:06.48] Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\n[00:09.13] Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch\n[00:16.66] Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas!\n[00:18.55] Whoop, ayy, yeah, ayy, whoop, ah-ah, yeah\n[00:23.59] Big Juice tha Sip\n[00:30.02] Only blue strips, you a basic ass rapper (Haha-ha)\n[00:32.27] Ten, twenty, fifty, hunnids, I'm a real life trapper (Huhu-hu)\n[00:34.87] Real life loonie losin' it, I'm havin' a crisis (Okay!)\n[00:37.85] Whole clique strapped up, bitch we lookin' like ISIS (Troom, troom, troom, troom!)\n[00:40.76] 30 deep when I step, bitch you don't wanna fight us (No)\n[00:44.10] It's just me myself and I, a 30 clip and a rifle\n[00:47.07] Fuck a frat bitch good, like to suck on my Eiffel\n[00:49.83] Call me trapper of the century, I was born with the title (Okay!)\n[00:52.40] Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\n[00:55.67] Workin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop)\n[00:58.65] Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\n[01:01.42] Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch\n[01:03.50] Tell me how that brain is, shorty, 'cause I need me a swallow (Okay)\n[01:06.95] Count guap up on the Jack, guess I'm feeling like Rollo (Okay)\n[01:09.72] I could eat this 100 count and never wake up tomorrow (Never)\n[01:12.67] Fuck that shit, I ain't a bitch, I never fold on my partner (No way)\n[01:15.51] Ten toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (Okay)\n[01:18.66] Ten shows, ten bands, each get, so what I make (So what I)\n[01:21.39] Give a fuck, then do the math, cause I don't really care\n[01:24.59] I go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year (Yeah)\n[01:27.47] Then the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (Haha-ha)\n[01:30.20] Had about ten meetings, still independent (Haha-ha)\n[01:33.43] Favorite rapper foo-foo, I keep hunnid percent (I really do)\n[01:36.01] I woke up still perc'd, hit the blunt and reset\n[01:39.71] Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\n[01:42.08] I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n[01:45.20] Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n[01:47.35] They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\n[01:50.55] Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\n[01:53.05] I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n[01:56.85] Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n[01:59.28] They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't)\n[02:03.32] That Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face\n[02:06.32] That Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place\n[02:09.44] 10K for the feature and I just might up my rate\n[02:11.98] I hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K\n[02:15.53] I don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate\n[02:17.80] Swallow my dick but don't get inside my mind\n[02:19.32] 'Cause you won't get blown away\n[02:20.83] Baby Bone, I got some issues\n[02:22.18] Momma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me\n[02:24.37] So I'm out here dodgin' missiles\n[02:25.75] Nine times out of ten, they on that fuck shit\n[02:29.09] Pull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick\n[02:31.13] No \"Gucci Gang,\" but you know I got that Pump, bitch\n[02:34.17] I'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin'\n[02:37.06] Get off that carpet, you don't want no static\n[02:38.86] Fully automatic, let you have it if you want it\n[02:41.63] Gettin' money was a habit\n[02:43.15] All my bitches was the baddest\n[02:44.64] All my shooters hella savage\n[02:46.00] Hunnid thousand in the attic\n[02:47.46] IRS can never have it (Yeah)\n[02:49.87] Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\n[02:51.91] I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n[02:55.38] Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n[02:57.95] They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\n[03:01.11] Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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(No)\n  I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n  Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n  They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\n  Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\n  I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n  Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n  They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't)\n\n  That Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face\n  That Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place\n  10K for the feature and I just might up my rate\n  I hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K\n  I don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate\n  Swallow my dick but don't get inside my mind\n  'Cause you won't get blown away\n  Baby Bone, I got some issues\n  Momma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me\n  So I'm out here dodgin' missiles\n  Nine times out of ten, they on that fuck shit\n  Pull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick\n  No \"Gucci Gang,\" but you know I got that Pump, bitch\n  I'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin'\n  Get off that carpet, you don't want no static\n  Fully automatic, let you have it if you want it\n  Gettin' money was a habit\n  All my bitches was the baddest\n  All my shooters hella savage\n  Hunnid thousand in the attic\n  IRS can never have it (Yeah)\n\n  Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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Nah, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop)\nTen out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nShoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch\nAyo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas!\nWhoop, ayy, yeah, ayy, whoop, ah-ah, yeah\nBig Juice tha Sip\n\nOnly blue strips, you a basic ass rapper (Haha-ha)\nTen, twenty, fifty, hunnids, I'm a real life trapper (Huhu-hu)\nReal life loonie losin' it, I'm havin' a crisis (Okay!)\nWhole clique strapped up, bitch we lookin' like ISIS (Troom, troom, troom, troom!)\n30 deep when I step, bitch you don't wanna fight us (No)\nIt's just me myself and I, a 30 clip and a rifle\nFuck a frat bitch good, like to suck on my Eiffel\nCall me trapper of the century, I was born with the title (Okay!)\n\nNine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nWorkin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop)\nTen out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nShoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch\n\nTell me how that brain is, shorty, 'cause I need me a swallow (Okay)\nCount guap up on the Jack, guess I'm feeling like Rollo (Okay)\nI could eat this 100 count and never wake up tomorrow (Never)\nFuck that shit, I ain't a bitch, I never fold on my partner (No way)\nTen toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (Okay)\nTen shows, ten bands, each get, so what I make (So what I)\nGive a fuck, then do the math, cause I don't really care\nI go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year (Yeah)\nThen the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (Haha-ha)\nHad about ten meetings, still independent (Haha-ha)\nFavorite rapper foo-foo, I keep hunnid percent (I really do)\nI woke up still perc'd, hit the blunt and reset\n\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't)\n\nThat Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face\nThat Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place\n10K for the feature and I just might up my rate\nI hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K\nI don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate\nSwallow my dick but don't get inside my mind\n'Cause you won't get blown away\nBaby Bone, I got some issues\nMomma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me\nSo I'm out here dodgin' missiles\nNine times out of ten, they on that fuck shit\nPull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick\nNo \"Gucci Gang,\" but you know I got that Pump, bitch\nI'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin'\nGet off that carpet, you don't want no static\nFully automatic, let you have it if you want it\nGettin' money was a habit\nAll my bitches was the baddest\nAll my shooters hella savage\nHunnid thousand in the attic\nIRS can never have it (Yeah)\n\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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(No)\n[01:42.06] I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n[01:45.25] Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n[01:47.36] They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\n[01:50.52] Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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(No)\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't)\n\nThat Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face\nThat Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place\n10K for the feature and I just might up my rate\nI hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K\nI don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate\nSwallow my dick but don't get inside my mind\n'Cause you won't get blown away\nBaby Bone, I got some issues\nMomma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me\nSo I'm out here dodgin' missiles\nNine times out of ten, they on that fuck shit\nPull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick\nNo \"Gucci Gang,\" but you know I got that Pump, bitch\nI'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin'\nGet off that carpet, you don't want no static\nFully automatic, let you have it if you want it\nGettin' money was a habit\nAll my bitches was the baddest\nAll my shooters hella savage\nHunnid thousand in the attic\nIRS can never have it (Yeah)\n\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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(No)\n[01:42.06]I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n[01:45.25]Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n[01:47.36]They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\n[01:50.52]Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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Nah, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop)\nTen out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nShoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch\nAyo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas!\nWhoop, ayy, yeah, ayy, whoop, ah-ah, yeah\nBig Juice tha Sip\n\nOnly blue strips, you a basic ass rapper (Haha-ha)\nTen, twenty, fifty, hunnids, I'm a real life trapper (Huhu-hu)\nReal life loonie losin' it, I'm havin' a crisis (Okay!)\nWhole clique strapped up, bitch we lookin' like ISIS (Troom, troom, troom, troom!)\n30 deep when I step, bitch you don't wanna fight us (No)\nIt's just me myself and I, a 30 clip and a rifle\nFuck a frat bitch good, like to suck on my Eiffel\nCall me trapper of the century, I was born with the title (Okay!)\n\nNine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nWorkin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop)\nTen out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!)\nShoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch\n\nTell me how that brain is, shorty, 'cause I need me a swallow (Okay)\nCount guap up on the Jack, guess I'm feeling like Rollo (Okay)\nI could eat this 100 count and never wake up tomorrow (Never)\nFuck that shit, I ain't a bitch, I never fold on my partner (No way)\nTen toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (Okay)\nTen shows, ten bands, each get, so what I make (So what I)\nGive a fuck, then do the math, cause I don't really care\nI go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year (Yeah)\nThen the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (Haha-ha)\nHad about ten meetings, still independent (Haha-ha)\nFavorite rapper foo-foo, I keep hunnid percent (I really do)\nI woke up still perc'd, hit the blunt and reset\n\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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(No)\nI'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\nMoney can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\nThey ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't)\n\nThat Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face\nThat Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place\n10K for the feature, and I just might up my rate\nI hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K\nI don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate\nSwallow my dick but don't get inside my mind\nCause you won't get blown away\nBaby bone, I got some issues\nMomma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me\nSo I'm out here dodgin' missles\nNine times out of ten they on that fuck shit\nPull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick\nNo Gucci gang, but you know I got that pump, bitch\nI'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin'\nGet off that carpet, you don't want no static\nFully automatic, let you have it if you want it\nGettin' money was a habit\nAll my bitches was the baddest, all my shooters, they lil' savage\nHunnid thousand in the attic\nIRS can never have it (Yeah)\n\nLost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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(No)\n[01:41.84] I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n[01:45.19] Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n[01:47.63] They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay)\n[01:50.98] Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No)\n[01:53.41] I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay)\n[01:56.76] Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No)\n[01:59.25] They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't)\n[02:03.16] That Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face\n[02:06.02] That Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place\n[02:09.46] 10K for the feature, and I just might up my rate\n[02:11.53] I hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K\n[02:15.02] I don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate\n[02:17.34] Swallow my dick but don't get inside my mind\n[02:19.11] Cause you won't get blown away\n[02:20.40] Baby bone, I got some issues\n[02:21.91] Momma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me\n[02:24.02] So I'm out here dodgin' missles\n[02:25.53] Nine times out of ten they on that fuck shit\n[02:28.89] Pull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick\n[02:31.19] No Gucci gang, but you know I got that pump, bitch\n[02:34.07] I'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin'\n[02:37.05] Get off that carpet, you don't want no static\n[02:38.90] Fully automatic, let you have it if you want it\n[02:41.43] Gettin' money was a habit\n[02:42.94] All my bitches was the baddest, all my shooters, they lil' savage\n[02:46.16] Hunnid thousand in the attic\n[02:47.89] IRS can never have it (Yeah)\n[02:49.18] Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? 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