Ten pints Lyrics by Boldy James
You can sing one verse and go to lunch
What else?
Then you come back, do another one
You know this shit triple Mafia
See, I was afraid, ’cause I can do this shit so good
That it will be a hit
Then I’ll have to sing it
Thunder in my blill burning, got a nigga wheels turning
I caught lightning in a bottle like a nigga windsurfing
Blow strong as a hairdryer, hold one in the spare tire
First one in the drug zone to cook up on the air fryer
Countin’ all these rackies to the neck, can’t get a dollar out me
Auntie calling back like, “Damn, nephew, must forgot about me”
Come outside, spent a sixty with me, oh up one-oh-five
Limit five-hundred, checks come out, she always clear her debt
Black Sicilian, stacked a half of million off them chia packs
Real smooth and mellow, love my bitch, ghetto as Mia X
Stitched and knitted with the ‘Chemist, tailor-made, tailor-fitted
Meal-prepping, spinned the work up, made it do a pirouette
Gamble with my life, OT commute, I never lost a bet
Caught unc’ at the store coppin’ a rose and a Milwaukee’s Best
He ain’t liked that last batch, that old shit is what drawed him in
Told him that this new shit that I got, it ain’t gon’ clog or stem (I can do the motherfucker on wax)
Here today, gone tomorrow
Know it’s kill or be killed, but who willin’ to take it further?
Here today, gone tomorrow (Here today, gone tomorrow)
I’d rather wheel-and-deal before I beg, steal, or borrow
This shit hit harder than tar and ten pints of Tris Pharma
So many choppers, got the strip hotter than the Sahara
Clip full of R-I-Ps for niggas wearin’ body armor
Took the stock off my ARP case I bump into karma