(You are not him, you are not him)
(You are not him)
Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks
Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks
Ten racks, bitch, don't start it
Ten racks—ten racks, bitch, don't start it
Te—te—ten racks, bitch, don't start it
Ten racks—ten racks, bitch, don't start it
You ready for war with my nigga, you start it
ARP and that bitch got a carbon
New ARP wanna start some problems
Yeah, brand new ho and this bitch a model
I got some lean in a baby bottle
I'm smokin' on gas when I go full throttle
Yea, this some Runtz, yeah, this Gelato
Yea, take one hit lil bitch, I waddle
She shake that ass but it's flat like a waffle
Lil bitch, she bad but I swear she awful
(One-two-three, one-two-three)
All my niggas ready for war, there's not no enemies
And that nigga think I owe him something
You not no kin to me
I don't trust this hoe, I fuck this bitch
I guess we frenemies
I just popped a Perc' and sipped some lean
I got my energy, bitch, I got my energy
I got my energy
Bitch, I know you into me
I'll show you shit you never seen
Said she want a Birkin, bitch
You lucky if I give you a perc and bean
Count more money and more money
And I'm only seventeen
My niggas off that wocky
Said it's smoke, my nigga gone spark it
And I got
Ten racks, bitch, don't start it
Ten racks—ten racks, bitch, don't start it
Te—te—ten racks, bitch, don't start it
Ten racks—ten racks, bitch, don't start it
You ready for war with my nigga, you start it
ARP and that bitch got a carbon
New ARP wanna start some problems
Yea, brand new ho and this bitch a model
Thick white bitch all on my cock
You got a bag, go spend that block
I'm finna put that lil' boy in a box
I'm gettin' cake and that nigga is not
These niggas pussy, 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 rocking some Ksubis or Ice Cream
These niggas pussy, 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
Fucking that bitch on the bed and the carpet
And a young nigga got ten racks, don't start it