9 0'CLOCK 10 DIME

[Intro: Black Kray & John Holland]

I hit you up like ten times (And I've got miles and miles to go, ohh)

This trap queen with red eyes

I hit you up like ten times (Before the falling of the sun, ohh)

This trap queen with red eyes

I hit you up like ten times (And I'll be leaving too soon, ohh)

This trap queen with red eyes

I hit you up like ten times (Before the rising of the moon, ohh)

This trap queen with red eyes

I hit you up like ten times (And you can't get out of bed)

This trap queen with red eyes

I hit you up like ten times

This trap queen with red eyes

I hit you up like ten times (And you've got spiders in your head)

This trap queen with red eyes

With red eyes, with red eyes

And when you've got your money, whore

You [?] left wanting more

[Verse 1: Black Kray]

I hit you up like ten times, it's 9 o'clock, where the ten dimes?

My heart beat like hella' fast, I'm [?], I need hella' cash

My eyes red, her eyes black, cellphone dead, smokin' thraxx pack

That crack pack, young dope fiend, with a trap queen, who I daydream of

Your cold blood, skate life, thug life, I live trife

Rude lil' hoes like a paradise, I'm in paradise, if that booty real

All black sneaks stay hella' roomy, like a Alicia Keys, snort three keys

That's OD, like a fly soul', with a lot of hoes it's like five or something

[Bridge: John Holland]

And I've got miles and miles to go, ohh

Before the falling of the sun, ohh

And I'll be leaving too soon

Before the rising of the moon, ohh

[Verse 2: Black Kray & John Holland]

Fuck gettin' money, tryna' stay pretty (And you can't get out of bed)

Cocaine pocket like art titties

Black misfits fuckin' up the city

Black misfits fuckin' up the city

With all black, my Fallen shoes (And you've got spiders in your head)

Skateboard on my side, with a lazer blunt

My jeans be tighter than your main hoe

But I ain't a fag, sippin' on the sprite

No, I ain't dirty, nigga twelve dirty (And when you've got your money, whore)

Fingernails dirty, 'cause I'm on the grind

With skateboard shit, nigga, Terrorist Clique doin' sins and shit

Nigga all that shit

Finna' live, finna' live twice, fuck hoes, and eat rice (You [?] left wanting more)

My mindframe is outside, my skateboard is [?]

Hit the graveyard, dancing with the wolves (And I've got miles and miles—)

Her pussy wet, just like a pool

Young artsy bitch bumpin' Chief Keef

She rollin' up that Chief Keef (—ohh)

Got six dollars, want a cream piece (Before the falling of the sun, ohh)

With a sweet tea, and I roll it out

That Instax camera out, pull it out

Real black art goon, golds in my mouth, bitch (And I'll be leaving too soon, ohh)

[Outro: Black Kray & John Holland]

Some real art goon shit, nigga

[?], I just pull it out

With black art goon golds in my fuckin' mouth (Before the rising of the moon, ohh)

On purpose shit

Like my nigga Hunnid said

"Nigga you ain't artsy, nigga, for real"