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10k Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Wes
Length: 1:53
Written by: Wesley Robinson




Wes - 10k Freestyle Lyrics




Always in sight
I stay in they scopes
Reelin in green
Its ties to a rope
Dressed in all white
I look like the pope
No one can find me
This island remote
Blood in the lobby
Thats murder she wrote
Bodies been droppin
This pistol i tote
Family come first im like mr. incredible
Killed by a snap
Inevitable
Stones on neck
Not on my wrist
Mil in my bag
Mil on yo bitch
N64
Banjo kazooie
Back when the gun on my shoe was still gooey
Shit was so simple
Like a old movie
Now I wear preme and shop at the gucci
Feel good thunbin through the back end dont it
Like da baby said god damn im onnit
Preme wrap headband on my forehead
I aint tryna leave bitch i need some more head
Ay ay
Baby lemme hit ya from the back ay
Damn Shawty lookin like a snack ay
Imma Dick her down then im out ay
Beat it like in Michael from that track ay
Yuh ay yuh

Money way
I know the bread keep callin me
All on my neck is 20gz
Now I got feds who follow me
These bitches can't touch a nigga
I f*ck around n might bust the pistol
Leave ya hoe lone I might run up in her
Beggin for more now im stuck up in her
I know some niggas who said i would never be shit
And now U put bread on my kicks
Beggin for features n shit
Shit lookin shisty nigga
Might f*ck around and go spike lee nigga
Talk on my name keep me icy nigga
Im on a roll Come and fight me nigga
These hoes
They like to talk
They love how I walk
They want all my money
They wanna be buddies
This shit is just sad
These bitches is mad
Huh
Niggas
They act like some bitches
I count up my chicken
I count up my green
I need it I need
I need all my benji
Blue face benjis
Onna gang
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Always in sight
I stay in they scopes
Reelin in green
Its ties to a rope
Dressed in all white
I look like the pope
No one can find me
This island remote
Blood in the lobby
Thats murder she wrote
Bodies been droppin
This pistol i tote
Family come first im like mr. incredible
Killed by a snap
Inevitable
Stones on neck
Not on my wrist
Mil in my bag
Mil on yo bitch
N64
Banjo kazooie
Back when the gun on my shoe was still gooey
Shit was so simple
Like a old movie
Now I wear preme and shop at the gucci
Feel good thunbin through the back end dont it
Like da baby said god damn im onnit
Preme wrap headband on my forehead
I aint tryna leave bitch i need some more head
Ay ay
Baby lemme hit ya from the back ay
Damn Shawty lookin like a snack ay
Imma Dick her down then im out ay
Beat it like in Michael from that track ay
Yuh ay yuh

Money way
I know the bread keep callin me
All on my neck is 20gz
Now I got feds who follow me
These bitches can't touch a nigga
I f*ck around n might bust the pistol
Leave ya hoe lone I might run up in her
Beggin for more now im stuck up in her
I know some niggas who said i would never be shit
And now U put bread on my kicks
Beggin for features n shit
Shit lookin shisty nigga
Might f*ck around and go spike lee nigga
Talk on my name keep me icy nigga
Im on a roll Come and fight me nigga
These hoes
They like to talk
They love how I walk
They want all my money
They wanna be buddies
This shit is just sad
These bitches is mad
Huh
Niggas
They act like some bitches
I count up my chicken
I count up my green
I need it I need
I need all my benji
Blue face benjis
Onna gang
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Writer: Wesley Robinson
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