Lyrics 17 - A.S. ØNE

Aye, aye, aye, aye-aye
10.28, 10.28, 10.28
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Fuck niggas in my confines
Pussy niggas wasting all my damn time
Motherfuckas hesitate but I'm on damn grind, aye
Ain't no fucking with this damn grind
Man this shit is from the '80s but it's damn grime (Aye, aye)
I might head on to the K and hit Elizabeth so I just demand mines
Aye, aye, I'mma get mines
You ain't finna hear my mouth when it's on crunch time
Better head back to your house when it's on lunchtime
Cannibalism on whoever the fuck's fine
Hannibal nigga this shit ain't never luck my
Skills is untouched so don't get at me
Get the big bucks like fucking athletes
Intelligence is tucked like strap B
In the room stay a big body like Bradley

(Ten-ten twenty-eight)
10.28
(Big spook)
10.28 bitch
(This some big spooky shit you feel me?)
Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye, aye-
I gotta stop doing that bro, lowkey
I'm doing it too much

I ain't never took the easy way out aye
I ain't never brought no C's in my house aye
Doubting motherfuckers see your way out aye
Catch you later busy cleaning right now hey
Man you niggas wait and I can't relate
Seventeen, seventeen, I'm a protege
And my shit stay clean I exfoliate
I could wear fake pods and a rollie, aye

Yeah I got fake airpods motherfucka
Fuck you mean bro?
I ain't paying fucking, what it's like $160 or something
All for some fucking, pair of Bluetooth earbuds
Chinese shit you feel me