Ten Toes

[Intro: Odprophet]
Ayy! Hah! Hahahaha motherfuckers!

[Verse 1: Odprophet]
Turnt up off Ciroc and the molly water (Yah!)
Bitch face did a flop, started polliwogging (Pop!)
Hear the bass, let it rock, got the Glocky on 'em
Cocked just in case he gotta pop got them rockets on 'em (Ugh!)
Big bag of the green and the blues too (Yah!)
Couple beans and some lean and we chew shrooms (Ugh!)
Hot shot to the veins, enemies in these streets
Best believe we hit a fiend with the voodoo (Damn!)
Put it in and got it stuck in her mouth (Ayy!)
Pull it out and then I bust on her couch (Ayy!)
Real bitch bust it open for a dirtbag (Yah)
Thirty-six see it pokin' out her Birkin bag (Ayy!)
Caught him slippin' with the bitches 'cause he love hoes
Hit him up in broad day, I don't give a fuck though (Fuck!)
It's the big bad wolf with the snub nose (Ha!)
With the plugged nose in the no drug zone (Ugh!)

[Pre-Chorus: Odprophet]
Now they got me in the mud with the tadpoles (Yah!)
Hear 'em thumpin' like a judge with the gavel (Bang)
Little bitches got no love for the sad songs
She just ran out to the plug for the bad dope (Ayy!)

[Chorus: Odprophet]
Ten poles in the whip, ten toes off the rip
Ten hoes on the strip, ten folds for the hit
Ten rolls of the git, ten o's and a spliff
Done told you this chick put her throat on my dick

[Verse 2: Kid O.D.]
See me hit the pawn shop with a gold tooth
Off a body, I ain't worried, I don’t know dude
I'm just tryna get some paper folded for the .40, homie
Tryna roll the bowlie, I just got my dome bruised
But I swung back, fuck, everybody talk to me nice
I'm the type of motherfucker that'll take a shit on the phone with you
Gonna bring your bro with you, I'ma show up to the date, promise I'm a whole issue
In the paper getting published (published), for my cousin's repercussions it ain't on discussion
We be creepin' through the brushes and forever busting
Put the yoppa on they feet and make ’em do the Douglas (Ayy!)
Fabrics on my ass, shit is so illustrious
Ten clips, let it rip and it's so disgusting
It's the way we tote guns, big sticks, so industrious
Finna make a train track in my arm, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Odprophet]
Now they got me in the mud with the tadpoles (Yah!)
Hear 'em thumpin' like a judge with the gavel (Bang)
Little bitches got no love for the sad songs
She just ran out to the plug for the bad dope (Ayy!)

[Chorus: Odprophet]
Ten poles in the whip, ten toes off the rip
Ten hoes on the strip, ten folds for the hit
Ten rolls of the git, ten o's and a spliff
Done told you this chick put her throat on my dick