Kwengface - 10 Years Lyrics

The amount of money I'm gonna be making would hurt your parents' feelings (Ah)
Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain?
That's what I'm gonna be doing every single night
(Carns Hill production)

I can teach you to rap (woo, woo)
I can teach you to trap (uhh)
I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (purr, purr)
Clean up and grease this mash
Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young
I swear it's just mad (mad)
Been ten years and guys have nothing to show
I swear it's just sad (bruh)
We're the reason a man turned pack

Put my life on the line for the set (gang)
Put aside all the pride, all the fame and respect (gang, gang, gang)
Jump in the stolen car, tryna stop man's heart (woo)(skrrt)
Put man on a stretcher (woo)
See an opp man aim for the neck (di-di-dip)
He's lucky I fleshed man's arm instead (di-di-dip)
OT trips for the money
been three weeks, kinda miss my bed (purr)
Three-thousand pebs in the whip
Just see feds, gotta take that left
Trap boy with the dark and light, I don't know nuttin' about pills or meth
Half-a-brick of cocaina (cocaina)
comin' in from Medellin (woo)
Just see it touch in customs (mmm)
Are they not tryna let it in? (no)
See, I can never live off benefits
so I bought a phone with a SIM-Card credited
This music help man levellin'
but I still fuck with the .38 specialist (brap)
This lightskin ting is a feminist
tellin' me, "Kweng, you're way too menacing." (ayy, come here)
There's no way man's deadin' it, there is no way this beef is settlin'

I can teach you to rap
I can teach you to trap (I can teach you)
I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (oi, oi)
Clean up and grease this mash (oi, oi)
Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young
I swear it's just mad (mad)
Been ten years and guys have nothing to show
I swear it's just sad (Bruh)
We're the reason a man turned pack (brr)
I can teach you to rap
I can teach you to trap (oi)
I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (hand ting apart)
Clean up and grease this mash (brr, brr, brr)
Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young
I swear it's just mad (mad)
Been ten years and guys have nothing to show
I swear it's just sad (bruh)
We're the reason a man turned pack

Swing this fifteen inch (di-di-dip)
Twenty-two inch, yeah, I call that a Zeddy (di-di-dip)
Won't stop 'til I see some fleshy (splash)
Skat skat still tryna take man's breathy (splash)
Got Luga bells on deck
True say I need some bells for the speshy' (uh-uh)
If I dig out your plaits, man ruin your hat (di-di-dip)
Now your head-back's messy (di-di-dip)
If I went to jail, would these fans still love me? (would they?)
If I give this sweet one a youte
In five years time, would this ting just rub me?
Going hard 'til my family's comfy
My bro done an M and dipped out the country (skrr, skrr)
Told bebe, "Please don't judge me
the route that I came is a whole leap of fuckeries", look
Opps get turn into skunkweed, man talked tough
Then he died, unlucky
Ride, ride, fling that brucky (bop)
Snoop done a drill, tryna go for the kill (glah, bap)
But he got unlucky (Woo)
We're still tryna get them puppies (uhh)
I just bought me a rusty spinner (glap)
If I pull up and slap this trigger
these hollow tip bells will khalaas your nigga (bap)

I can teach you to rap (woo, woo)
I can teach you to trap (uhh)
I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (purr, purr)
Clean up and grease this mash
Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young
I swear it's just mad (mad)
Been ten years and guys have nothing to show
I swear it's just sad (bruh)
We're the reason a man turned pack

I can teach you to rap (woo, woo)
I can teach you to trap (uhh)
I can teach you to take this hand ting apart (purr, purr)
Clean up and grease this mash
Been ten years in this ting and I still feel young
I swear it's just mad (mad)
Been ten years and guys have nothing to show
I swear it's just sad (bruh)
We're the reason a man turned pack

Literally, man
(Scratch mixed it)
Man's done it, been there and done that
Lowe that