Here is the one-hit wonder
With one song, got everything
For some, I'm just an auto-tune rapper
For others, the rescue in distress
I don't care about both opinions
I've got features with big guns
Suddenly everyone's asking how I'm doing
Everyone wants a piece of my bread now
But I stay grounded
Because I know there is a God
And if he's not on my neck
Then be sure that my brother pulls the Glock
Brother, my heart is broken
Because there are no Opps here
I don't care, I'm going international

Run big man down and ching in his face again
I told you, I'm making her clear
She's a ten out of ten
On the first ching comes another ching, I can't forgive
Ears are slowly exploding because these bitch-niggas talk too much
Run big man down and ching in his face again
I told you, I'm making her clear
She's a ten out of ten
On the first ching comes another ching, I can't forgive
Ears are slowly exploding because these bitch-niggas talk too much

Today I have a hundred out of a hundred (yay)
Chill with her in Dubai at Zuma (brr)
Hung in the trap broke
Constantly on the run from Kripos and cops (Negro)
Lived in the block
Glock, blades, fucked up head (slap)
Earned more through robbery
Today my baby girl is ten out of ten
Steppin' (step) Opp-Boy, run, watch out
Because I'm in my movie (grr)
Winnin', top boy, straight in the charts
Millionaire overnight (Money)
Multi-Money, Money, Loco in focus, today rich (yes)
AP-Diamond, Diamond fully occupied on the wrist (brrr)

Run big man down, uh, ching in his face again
I told you, I'm making her clear
She's a ten out of ten
On another kiss follows another kiss
She's a ten out of ten
And I pass by because the others just talk too much, ah

Drill international (yeah)
Pajel international (turn up), yeah, yeah
Headie international (one), yeah
Brr, boh, boh, boh, boh (turn)

Feds on my case from my previous (one)
Look at my diamonds, VVS (one)
How bro trying to come 'round me when the tag on his ankle is GPS?
Middle finger to the CPS
Bro caught a 16 EDS
The law wasn't trying to be lenient (su, su-su-su-su-su-su-su)
But those guys in jail just make me want to watch TV less (turn)
I couldn't give a fuck about CNN, ayy (turn, turn, turn, yeah)
Cold nights in the bando (turn, turn, turn, turn), had to wrap white like Eminem
Whole little squad with a ten on ten
I don't want to do the same again (same again)
So I hit studio, feel on the pain again

Run big man down and ching in his face again
I told you, I'm making her clear
She's a ten out of ten
On the first ching comes another ching, I can't forgive
Ears are slowly exploding because these bitch-niggas talk too much
Run big man down and ching in his face again
I told you, I'm making her clear
She's a ten out of ten
On the first ching comes another ching, I can't forgive
Ears are slowly exploding because these bitch-niggas talk too much (ah)

Yes, ah, yes, yes, yes yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yeah

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