Potter Payper - 10:30 lyrics

[Intro] Ay, what? Ay, what, now? (HONEYWOODSIX) (That's Chucks) [Verse 1] 10:30 in the AM I just spoke to AM, he said he's tryna take ten The mandem I take there So many times that they can't even say who did it We ain't claiming the drill He ain't real just 'cus he says that he's real Yea they used to be dargs now it's mad he tryna body him still fu*k writing a verse I feel to write me a will fu*k doing life broke you gotta pay to appeal Yea I came for the money but I stay for the thrill I got her naked in heels I never take her for meals Either I came wi' my shhh or I came here with Bills I mean I came with the bells, Louis scarf on my belt Video with my stylist but I'm dressing myself And my bro's got issues so I'm stressing myself I got old school beef I tried stretch it myself They say I'm flames still I'm cold like December the 12th I fu*k with a snowman like Buddy the elf I can't love you right now I'm too in love with myself So don't gas me cuh I'm rolling with a darg like Daphne And nuttin ain't sweet like Cadbury Now they call me Potter but they used to call me Frankie Dark killing cats like Itchy and Scratchy Diamonds in my Rolly but they set them in the factory I said there's diamonds in my Rolly but they set them in the factory [Chorus] Half a million pound folders on this MacBook Pro It never happened over night all of that took slow I got crack from coke, I get blood from stones I'm from a council house, that's a public home This ting's 22 inch this ain't Game of Thrones If I push this in I probably break his bones God save his soul and let me make it home God save his soul and let me make it home [Verse 2] On the M-way so long I got pins and needles Stepping in my bando full of pins and needles Stuck behind the door I had to miss my people I still spin this vehicle and risk a recall Cah, I'm always thinking worst case scenario Male lothario blowing weed with my Mali ho Ain't no steel on these bangles it's all Carti bro But they still leave you mangled you little nani-hole All this Gevinchy and Cavalli bro got me feeling like I'm Fabio I got beef like I'm Ciro Di Marzio My lifestyle's Gomorrah The size of this bora I'll cut you in half you know Hood stars but the screws call me Bousbaa And they got me in the castle where the crooks are And every day I'm getting closer but it looks far Said every day I'm getting closer but it looks [Chorus] sh*t half a million pound folders on this MacBook Pro It never happened over night all of that took slow I got crack from coke, I get blood from stones I'm from a council house, that's a public home This ting's 22 inch this ain't Game of Thrones If I push this in I probably break his bones God save his soul and let me make it home God save his soul and let me make it home