Tenkkeys (remix) Lyrics - Spark Master Tape

[Chorus] 

Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck 

Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up 

Tell em' I don't give a fuck about a runner up 

That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck 

We been a problem 

Built a whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably 

Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody 

Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and burn 

[Verse 1] 

When I hit up the clinic, they say I'm clinically finished 

I say I'm just getting started, they say I must be retarded 

They said I can't live a minute shit I've been living for hours 

I've been a menace a cop killin' villain never diminished the power 

It's Eiffel towers and castles, battles and showers of acid tablets devour you plastic rappers, empower the masked masses, the... 

King Kong Gorilla the gold spitter 

Dealin' the kkilla' of coke to all the dope dealers like... 

[Chorus] 

Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck 

Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up 

Tell em' I don't give a fuck about a runner up 

That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck 

We been a problem 

Built the whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably 

Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody 

Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and burn 

[Verse 2] 

Half of my brothers on the lockdown, and a quarter 'bout to open up some shop now 

Other quarter that i got'll hold the squad down, with a leader that'll shoot the whole block down 

About a week ago Charlie got that access code, on your email in that brand new apple phone 

We ain't been out of business we ain't as bent out of shape 

But we still like you mutherfukkers that's making the cake 

[Waka Flocka Flame] 

Mans gone blast what nigga at one 

This won't last long you rappers dont got no back bone 

You get no dap homes you actin through your last song 

Ain't no different I'm still creepin' like my TracFone 

I know that kinda guy been stackin' a 9 to 5 

My nigga from the flock I'll never get a 9 to 5 

We've been [?] you can't seem to find the time 

We'll switch the sides and this pistol give me killin' vibes 

You said you married to the money see that Mary is hungry 

And I'm on that new money like Hariet Tubman 

What ya' scared or ya' buggin, Better get off and get it 

Let me know if you with it, I got the dope and the bitches 

Mike Tyson when they robbin and they get it 

Fuck showing respect, I'm out here [?] and gettin 

Looking for the weed and crack, Lord I'm sorry for sinning 

I'mma let you niggas finish but I'm only beginning 

Waka Flocka 

[Spark Master Tape] 

I'm a phantom in a phantom 

Ghost rider kill them with the balance 

Kilo of the coco boy named her Holly Valance 

Run up on the game, forty four to keep them challenged 

And a shout out to the Heron God, keeping no traces 

I been heated young, killer since the seed was sprung 

We gon' need to see the coffin when man all this shit is done 

I'm a dogmatic, stillmatic, real static 

God have the ill habits, lord help him 

[Chorus] 

Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck 

Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up 

Tell em' I don't give a fuck about a runner up 

That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck 

We been a problem 

Built the whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably 

Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody 

Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and burn