"Ten Commandments" lyrics - TRIPPIE REDD

[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 shit up, Lou)
Big 14, bitch
Haha (Lil' nigga)
Yeah (Lil' nigga)
(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 fuckin' that bitch 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]
Where the fuck I'd be without my slatt? (Slatt, slatt)
Where the fuck 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)
Pussy nigga get smacked (Smacked)
Nigga, ain't shit gon' change (Change)
I was posted in trap (Trap)
So I'ma be up in the trap (Trap)
Spittin' all this crack (Gang)
Runnin' up these plays (Plays)
Like a nigga 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 fuckin' that bitch from the back, breakin' her back
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 bitch is bad
Drippin' in designer, ballin' on these niggas 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 pase 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 fuckin' that bitch from the back, breakin' her back
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:]
Fuck
Haha
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