[Intro]
How did you get to be in a chair?
I was stabbed up by a crackhead, fighting over a stim
I would think that that would be the worst experience than, than being in jail
Well, it was not really the worst, because it helped straighten me out, so I kind of accepted it
And it is possible you lose your mind, your sanity, your soul
Everything you own for a three dollar hit
You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit
You will tell God that you will be saved, and you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit, that's all I got say

[Verse 1]
Ten sofas, ten bitches
Ten rocks, n***as on the block
Fuck yo' watch, no time zone
I get dome in the ice age
I bust nuts, and eat Lays
On Tuesdays I twist eight
She look at me like, "Damn, Kray"
I look back like, "What, bitch?"
My gold caps look like piss
I skateboard, she pop crisp
Got gold nut up on her lips
I'm zoned out, I daydream
Smoke weed, eat ice cream
From the east coast with a trap queen
That black scale, got black nails
Smoke bowl, move like snails
[Chorus]
Ten bitches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat (You lose your mind, your sanity, your soul)
Ten bitches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat (Everything you own for a three dollar hit)
Ten bitches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat (You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit)
Ten bitches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat (You will tell God that you will be saved)
Ten bitches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine Glocks (And you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit)
Bitches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat
Ten bitches, got ten rocks
Trap queen, cocaine twat
Got ten
Cocaine twat

[Verse 2]
Switchblades, came down, smoked two J's
Seashore, waved out with three slarts
Paintings on the wall, money on the floor
Antisocial, switch lanes in your bitch Toyota
With a hipster foreign bitch, straight up off the fuckin' border
Glitter on her ass, pink diamonds on her thighs
Shake junt, smoke tree with a stupid cunt
Ride around, Nino Brown, watch me sniff the brown
Gold links, cheetah, minx, ashes in the sink
Fuck you know? Pale bitch, white Iike snow
Next stop, like windows down, smoking dro'
Ashes on my damn clothes
Dirty gold, fuck them boppin' ho's
Ten cellphones, thirty house phones
N***a up early, sippin' fuckin' bright and early
Fuck with a trap queen on the east coast, ho
Deepthroat, young ass ho, n***a, deepthroat, goat, ho
[Outro]
N***a fuckin' up this shit on the last part, n***a, had to freestyle it
N***a fuckin' up, man, fuck it
Uh, woah, woah
And it is possible you lose your mind, your sanity, your soul
Everything you own for a three dollar hit
You'd kill your mother, father, sister, brother for a three dollar hit
You will tell God that you will be saved, and you will rob him from his cross for a three dollar hit, that's all I got say