f*ck sh*t on 10 lyrics

[Intro: 10kDunkin]
(Hey Andrew, what's up?)
Damn, uh, damn, damn, damn
The f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout, man?
S.O.S. sh*t, man
f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout?
n*ggas tryna hit my f*ckin' phone-
What the f*ck is wrong wit' them
Hit my phone on that bullsh*t, n*gga, what the f*ck, n*gga?
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
I'm on my phone, lil' b*tch, I'm workin'
Racks in my jeans, they think that I'm servin'
I feel like the man in this all black Suburban
You trying to do what I do but what's your purpose?
I'm high as a b*tch, I ain't touchin' the surface
Think you up to somethin', why you so nervous?
Glock fry a n*gga like the chicken in Church's

[Verse 1: 10kDunkin]
(Yeah, hello? Wait, what the f*ck?)
I don't wanna talk, got racks to my ear
Diamonds in my ear, I can barely hear
If you see the money 10k near
If you see the gang 10k near
If you see the bank 10k there
Hoppin' out the foreign smellin' like a P
Nine in my hand, I'l shoot a three
Skinny n*gga but I still eat (Hey Andrew, what's up?)
b*tch, I been at the bank all week
Double cup, it's darker than ice tea
f*ck a sample, ain't sh*t in life free
Want a feature, I got a fee
Want a show, I got a fee
What the f*ck, Balenci' my feet
In the coupe, no back seat
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
I'm on my phone, lil' b*tch, I'm workin'
Racks in my jeans, they think that I'm servin'
I feel like the man in this all black Suburban
You trying to do what I do but what's your purpose?
I'm high as a b*tch, I ain't touchin' the surface
Think you up to somethin', why you so nervous?
Glock fry a n*gga like the chicken in Church's

[Verse 2: 645AR]
(Yeah)
Had to take sh*t 'cause my pockets was slim
I be wit' n*ggas that shoot sh*t like Jim
Pull up to the function, f*ck sh*t on ten (Turn up, turn up)
Had to get cake, then we jugged you before twelve do
Shoot a n*gga then take him out of his shoes
These n*ggas my sons, finna take 'em to school
If I stack up the racks it get taller than you
It's f*ck you then, still f*ck you now
I got racks and they like, "How?"
Milkin' them racks like a goddamn cow
We go mental, leave you all in a memory
I know you not backed up, don't act up
Now look at him callin' for backup
Goofy ass n*gga, get slapped up
[Interlude: 645AR]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay, true story, man, we don't have to take 2 Train, we on foreign on these f*ck n*ggas, man, prolly glicked up too

[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
I'm on my phone, lil' b*tch, I'm workin'
Racks in my jeans, they think that I'm servin'
I feel like the man in this all black Suburban
You trying to do what I do but what's your purpose?
I'm high as a b*tch, I ain't touchin' the surface
Think you up to somethin', why you so nervous?
Glock fry a n*gga like the chicken in Church's