Cordae - Two Tens

Two friends and they both tens, lookin' nice, uh

Too bent, I should call it quits but I'm not, uh

No chances, we all dance in the light, uh

Tell me, what's the odds we can all get a bite? Uh (Uh, okay)


The last time we tried that, it didn't end well

Plus, you never know the story that they friends tell

And off the brown liquor, nigga feel like Denzel

Out in Washington, in the D.C. with a chocolate bitch

Lil' freak bitch get geeked off erotic shit (So what you do?)

Shot the club up like Stojakovic (Uh, man)

That's that other shit, payin' child support through the government

Joint custody weekends, you can't touch the kid (Man)

I love this bitch, we gon' travel and fill up the bucket list

Have 'bout ten kids on the ranch on some southern shit

You mean sucker shit, slave to the pussy since you discovered it

Ten bands on Chanel purse, that's bad budgetin'

Plus you niggas always together, it's mad smotherin'

You simpin' over bitches, I never thought it would come to this

Why you always mad? I just wanna have fun with it

The winters ain't bad when you cruisin' in the summer wit