Ten Commandments lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Kirk Thornton]
Hahahaha
I am the Ten Commandments Galand of truth
Speak any lies in my presence
And no matter who you are, you'll be turned to stone
Now, I'll pulverize you into dust
(Ayy, cook that sh*t up, Lou)
Big 14, b*tch
Haha (Lil' n*gga)
Yeah (Lil' n*gga)
(LouBeats on the beat)
Zoe, gang
Gang

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I beat up her back, I run up a sack
I get all the money then run up them packs (Packs, woo)
Yeah, uh, pockets they endin' up fat (Yeah)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch from the back, breakin' her back (Yeah)
I'm really preachin' them facts (Yeah), where they do that at? (Woo)
Where they do that at? (Let's go)
Where they do that at? (Woo)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, woo)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, skrrt)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, skrrt)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Uh, where the f*ck I'd be without my slatt? (Slatt, slatt)
Where the f*ck I'd be without my— (Woo, woo, woo)
Be without my slatt? (Yeah)
Be without my gat? (Yeah)
Be without my thrax? (Whoa)
Movin' all this pack (Woo)
Talk down on gang (Gang, haha)
pus*y n*gga get smacked (Smacked)
n*gga, ain't sh*t gon' change (Change)
I was posted in the trap (Trap)
So I'ma be up in the trap (Trap)
Spittin' all this crack (Gang)
Runnin' up these plays (Plays)
Like a n*gga on a track (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I beat up her back, I run up a sack
I get all the money then run up them packs (Packs, woo)
Yeah, uh, pockets they endin' up fat (Yeah)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch from the back, breakin' her back (Yeah)
I'm really preachin' them facts (Yeah), where they do that at? (Woo)
Where they do that at? (Let's go)
Where they do that at? (Woo)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, woo)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, skrrt)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, skrrt)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
[Verse 2: Major Zoe]
Run up a check, I got them hundreds on me
And keep the five in the back, she givin' me neck
She ain't even know me, damn, this b*tch is bad
Drippin' in designer, ballin' on these n*ggas like I'm mad (Sheesh)
We gon slide on the opps every chance we get (Uh)
I might slide on this thot, she gon' give me head (Ah)
It's like 1400 shooters, wanna see you spread (Psh)
Watch his body drop, fill 'em up with lead
Sak pasé to all my zoes (Gang)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I beat up her back, I run up a sack
I get all the money then run up them packs (Packs, woo)
Yeah, uh, pockets they endin' up fat (Yeah)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch from the back, breakin' her back (Yeah)
I'm really preachin' them facts (Yeah), where they do that at? (Woo)
Where they do that at? (Let's go)
Where they do that at? (Woo)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, woo)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, skrrt)
Where they do that at? (Yeah, skrrt)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
Where they do that at? (Skrrt, yeah)
[Outro]
f*ck
Haha
Hahaha