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You are not him, you are not him You are not him, you are not him (Woah, woah, woah) (Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks) (Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks) (Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks) (Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks) (Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks) (Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks) Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it Ten racks, ten racks, b*t*h, don’t start it T-T-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it Ten racks, ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it You ready for war, my n***a, you start it New ARP and that b*t*h got a carbon New ARP, wanna start some problems Yeah, brand new ho and this b*t*h a model I got some lеan in a baby bottle I’m smokin' on gas, and I go full throttle Yeah, this somе Runtz, yeah, this Gelato Yeah, take one hit lil' b*t*h, I waddle She shake that a**, but it's flat like a waffle Lil' b*t*h said she bad, but I swear she awful One, two, three, one, two, three All my n***as ready for war, there's not no enemies And that n***a this I owe him something, you not no kin to me I don't trust this ho, I f**ked this b*t*h, I guess we're frenemies I just popped a Perc’ and sipped some lean, I got my energy B*t*h, I got my energy, I got my energy B*t*h, I know you into me, I’ll show you sh*t you never seen Said she want a Birkin, b*t*h, you lucky, I'll give you a perky bean Got more money than your momma n***a, and I’m only seventeen My n***as off that wocky, said it's smoke my n***a gone spark it And I got— Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it T-T-Ten racks, b*t*h, don’t start it Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it You ready for war my n***a you start it New ARP and that b*t*h got a carbon New ARP, wanna start some problems Yeah, brand new ho and this b*t*h a model That white b*t*h all on my c*ck You got a bag? Go spin that block I'm finna put that lil' boy in a box I'm gettin' cake and that n***a is not These n***as pu**y, they don't wanna fight me I'm smoking gas and it go to my conscience Said he gon' shoot me, I know it's not likely I'm gettin' checks and I feel just like Nike I feel I got more Supreme than a hypebeast I'm either rockin' some Ksubi's or ice cream These n***as pu**y, they sweeter than iced tea Spend a band on the Glock, how you think that we fighting? I had my glick when I came in the party I got a shooter from New York, that's Archii F**k on that b*t*h in the back of the car And a young n***a got ten racks, don't start it Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it T-T-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it Ten racks—Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it Uh, shake that a**, don't stop it Shake that, shake that a**, don't stop it I said she move too exotic She move, she move too exotic I stay in L.A., she throw that a**, baby, I let her shake that body She use my private I make the lil' hoe look at me when I'm inside it I be shinin', I be stylin' (oh) I'm on timin', she on timin' When I say, "Ten racks, b*t*h don't start it Ten racks-ten racks, b*t*h don't start it" (Start it) Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it I push an opp in a Harley (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) I brought a hunnid outside (yeah) She want the chain, n***a, that stay with Carti' N***a get chokeholded at that party If the b*t*h bad, I might buy her some Marni I'm off the drank and I'm acting reta—, uh-uh He want a fee but he not in a bargain Uh-uh, hold up, girl, you not, I can't f**k with y'all I'm like, "Oh my God," I might shoot for fun These guys laugh like a joke, 'cause they play with the K like he hold onto none Ten racks, it can't bargain Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h don't start it, yeah Ten racks, b*t*h don't start it She get wet, she know I'm poppin', huh Ten racks, my deposit If he gon' pay I might go slam em', uh She wan' shake it, shake it She can't wait till' she get naked, uh These b*t*h don't want no problem, uh My gang move like Osama, uh This the last time I'ma rap, yeah Cause' I know these n***as cap And I know this famous b*t*h wan' suck my d**k Cause' I told her "sit on my lap" Baby, I'm not home She knows I'm on the road Blicked out on his dome Told my mans, bring the pole Gotta get off your a**, gotta get to that bag She finna throw it back, she finna shake that a** They wanna f**k with me 'cause they know I'm getting racks Yeah, that money on me, yeah, you could check the stats Money pilin' up (Money piling' up) I'm stacking to the ceiling, high as f**k (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start She like, "Where the keys?" I told her, "It's push to start" (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shake that, shake that, shake that Shake that, shake that, shake that sh*t How she move, move, move, move Bust up on that d**k Finna go zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom When I nut and dip Bentley coupe, coupe, coupe, coupe No, that's not my b*t*h (Hey, hey, hey) Yeah, nah, that's not my b*t*h, I catch a bag Atari Yeah, I'm in your b*t*h, she off of the Xan, a fan, she up in the party (Ooh) I pop the Perc in my system The Perc in my system, I'm movin' my body (Yeah) B*t*h, do not run up on me, it get choppy I do not want you, get 'hind me Yeah, I walked in with my stick like I'm vloggin' Nah, I don't talk to none of y'all n***as, y'all be floggin' (Yeah) Brodie pull up robbin', empty pockets We do not give a f**k who you is, he had five kids T-T-T-Ten racks, b*t*h, I'm steppin' Ten racks-ten racks, b*t*h, I'm steppin' Yeah, pull up in suburbans Pull up-Pull up in suburbans (Yeah) I jus' wanna' f**k, baby, please tell me why you curvin' Know you wanna' f**k, baby jus' tell me why you nervous (Yeah) Yeah, I hop in the boot up, I hop in the ride, I'm f**kin' your b*t*h and I'm grabbing her thighs I'm countin' up money, I jus' did it twice, I'm thumbing through hunnids, I made it last night He run up on me and you know that he dyin' I had all my n***as, my brodie had slime I'm f**kin' that b*t*h and I'm off of a Perc She say that she love me but she do not work I turn it around and I'm makin' her squirt This pu**y too gushy, it's going berserk Yeah, I need all my bad b*t*hes lined up, get to twerkin' (Yeah) I need all my bad b*t*hes lined up, get to twerkin' (Yeah) My b*t*h she so bad, b*t*h, she walk out with Birkins I don't give a f**k what anyone say n***a, Izzy is up next n***a Izzy is the only n***a that can make the whole underground twerk All y'all n***as suck my d**k, n***a Izzy is gon' be up next
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