Ten for me, ten for me, ten for me
Ten, ten, ten, ten for me, ten for me, ten...

Chyea, we had to do a song for kap, haha
Still lookin' like I'm ten but I'm steady getting ass
Attended university but never went class
Ya I slipped my teacher ten, after ten then I pass
Now I'm rapping, drinking 40s, smoking' blunts and getting mashed
And I'm looking for a girl type ten or a dime
Best to be a ballin' chick and get on my grind
But if you ain't down with ten don't pretend to be
I got a whole parade of phonies yelling ten for me
Yo I be sloppy bro copy that, 10 4 holla back
Saucy got her bottle back, so where the fuck the party at?
Some people holding back, hold koala packs
Loaded with a 40 sac, and odie and a phony hat
And I control the track, hit it once I hold the bat
Hittin' blunts I'm holdin' that, you light it back I blow it back
Burst you like a bubble when I come in the track (pop)
And now you in trouble cuz d-dub will roll you flat

My life's a ten
My flow is ten
My show is ten
You know it's ten
So, if you ain't Down With Webster don't pretend to be
I got a whole crowd throwing up a ten for me

Ten for me, ten for me, ten for me
Ten, ten, ten, ten for me, ten for me, ten
Ten, ten, ten, ten for me, ten for me, ten
Ten, ten...