Intro (Perfect Ten) lyrics

[Intro: 1TakeJay]
Wait, hol' up, I'm finna turn this b*tch up
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Ridin' through the city where it's litty
Countin' hundreds, countin' fifties, I like b*tches with big titties
Ridin', ridin', ridin' through the city where it's litty
Countin' hundreds, countin' fifties, I like b*tches with big titties

[Verse: 1TakeJay]
I'm finna shoot a porn flick, b*tch, come get your cameo
She got a baby daddy and a kid, but she ain't tell me though
She runnin' from the D, oh my God, she's a scary ho
I kill pus*y, I hope she got insurance for the burial
Wait, hol' up, how you even know me? "Oh, I heard you on the radio"
My pockets on FatBoy, shout out to Lil Terrio
The hardest n*ggas always singing louder than the stereo
Commit a crime, then starting pointing fingers like, "There he go"
I be fresh to death, fly as hell when I walk through
Why n*ggas hatin' on me that I ain't never even talked to?
Eeny meeny miny mo, n*gga, who are you?
Oh, you still mad from high school 'cause the coach didn't start you
I take my hoes to Toys"R"Us, why? 'Cause they childish
You gon' find a better n*gga? Baby, I highly doubt it
Just like an old ass whip, these hoes got high mileage
Stop gossipin', b*tch, you still live' in public housing
Boy, bye, she only f*ck with n*ggas with the blue check
I ain't f*ckin' with her even though I got the blue check
On Instagram and my bank account, big blue check
I'm a cold n*gga, when I come around she need the crewneck
Knock 'em down like dominoes, I'm freaky, yeah, who next?
Even though our convos be dry, I got you wet
I gave her good D, now she braggin' in the groupchat
Now she always poppin' up like a new text
I got a mic, come sing, you can be my Whitney Houston
I don't wanna lie, but just like Nike, I'm tryna do it
Your secrets safe with me 'cause I don't care 'bout who you screwing
The people say I'm famous, really I be really coolin'
I'm a fool, but that jewelry look fake, who you foolin'?
The n*ggas that be flexin' on the 'Gram be really losin'
Hey, tough guy, don't play with guns if you ain't really shootin'
Stop playin', them n*ggas in LA be really true
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Ridin' through the city where it's litty
Countin' hundreds, countin' fifties, I like b*tches with big titties
Ridin', ridin', ridin' through the city where it's litty
Countin' hundreds, countin' fifties, I like b*tches with big titties
Ridin' through the city where it's litty
Countin' hundreds, countin' fifties, I like b*tches with big titties
Ridin', ridin', ridin' through the city where it's litty
Countin' hundreds, countin' fifties, I like b*tches with big titties