Stand On 10

[Intro: Blade Man]
(Enrgy made this one)
Blade Man, nigga

[Verse 1: Blade Man]
You niggas cannot be like me, you wasn't made for this
Oh, my lil' yeah with the yeah, that's my favorite bitch
Might as well call me Lee Blade James how I carry shit
Told a ham to walk inside that bank, stop that scary shit
Every time a bitch see me, she like, "It's really him"
Up some dog shit real quick and let her get a glimpse
She see me out the Rickie Owens, said I'm comin' trim
She a grown bitch, but I passed her to my brother Spinnn
These niggas shouldn't have no feet 'cause they don't stand on ten
My old homie, he an opp, he better stand on ten
Flexin' that lil' baby-ass roll, that's a basic ten
His ass thought he was shit and bought a basic Benz

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Hm, I ain't good at networkin', you be makin' friends
Hm, I've been in the trap sinnin', tryna make amends
Bro safe like a journal 'cause his paper thin
I don't got a dollar for a bitch, but I might save her friend
Hm, if we locked in, then you don't gotta worry
Hm, I can't put you in the game if you ain't got a jersey
If you don't wake up every day and hustle, you is not a person
Hm, touch my cup and you'll die, hope the pop was worth it
Hm, I make money for no reason, I don't got a purpose
Hm, right now, my name poppin' up and you don't gotta search it
If you ain't got insurance on your car, you can't stop the searches
I turned that bitch card off, I just blocked the purchase

[Verse 3: Blade Man]
A nigga play with my pape', then he gettin' murdered
Finna set the booth right on fire like this bitch a furnace
Your bitch always on my dick 'cause she know I'm the turntest
Every time I buy a gift card, five hundred every purchase
Nigga said that he was on my head, shit, I told him merch it
And, nigga, I don't want no green, I be sippin' purple
I just bust in this lil' bitch, I ain't know she was fertile
Swung the Drac' at that nigga, I was tryna hurt him
Nigga want me in the booth, you gotta pay for verses
Nigga, I don't pop no fuckin' beans, I be takin' Perkies
Nigga mad I took his cheese, so I told him murk me
I'll hit your bitch off the strength and you gon' get her a Birkin

[Verse 4: 3200 Tre]
Hm, bitch, I came up off glass, I'm like James Worthy
Hm, with or without pape', I'm the same person
You a bad trick, you bought all your bitches the same purses
Hm, your motion slow, you at the crib tryna hang curtains
Hm, get off your ass and make some pape'
You wanna be my wife? Bitch, get off your ass and make a play
I ain't rich, if I buy a bitch an ass, it better shake
You wanna keep it? Make that pape' back in twenty-seven days
I just flipped a band twenty-seven ways
You been shittin' on that zip for twenty-seven days
Your bitch don't even like your dick, she said it's lame
Hm, I ain't wanna bust my wrist, I left it plain