tenracks (remix) lyrics

[Intro: Calviin]
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)

[Chorus: Calviin]
Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
Ten racks, ten racks, b*tch, don’t start it
T-T-Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
Ten racks, ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
You ready for war, my n*gga, you start it
New ARP and that b*tch got a carbon
New ARP, wanna start some problems
Yeah, brand new ho and this b*tch a model

[Verse 1: Israyl]
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*tch, I waddle
She shake that ass, but it's flat like a waffle
Lil' b*tch said she bad, but I swear she awful
One, two, three, one, two, three
All my n*ggas ready for war, there's not no enemies
And that n*gga think I owe him something, you not no kin to me
I don't trust this ho, I f*cked this b*tch, I guess we're frenemies
I just popped a Perc’ and sipped some lean, I got my energy
b*tch, I got my energy, I got my energy
[Verse 2: Calviin]
b*tch, I know you into me, I’ll show you sh*t you never seen
Said she want a Birkin, b*tch, you lucky, I'll give you a perky bean
Got more money than your momma n*gga, and I’m only seventeen
My n*ggas off that wocky, said it's smoke my n*gga gone spark it
And I got—

[Chorus: Calviin]
Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
T-T-Ten racks, b*tch, don’t start it
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
You ready for war my n*gga you start it
New ARP and that b*tch got a carbon
New ARP, wanna start some problems
Yeah, brand new ho and this b*tch a model

[Verse 3: Calviin]
That white b*tch 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*gga is not
These n*ggas pus*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*ggas pus*y, they sweeter than iced tea
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*ck on that b*tch in the back of the car
Young n*gga got ten racks, don't start it
[Chorus: Calviin & Calviin & K$ubi]
Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
T-T-Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
Ten racks—Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it

[Verse 4: K$ubi]
Uh, shake that ass, don't stop it
Shake it, shake it bae, don't stop it
I said, "She move too exotic"
She move—, she move too exotic
I'm sayin' I like it, throw that ass, baby, I like it, shake that body
Then use my private
I make the lil' ho 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*tch don't start it
Ten racks-ten racks, b*tch don't start it" (Start it)

[Verse 5: che]
Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
I'm pushin' off in a 'Rari (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
I f*cked yo' ho then I'm sorry (yeah)
She off the drank, n*gga, that's that Bacardi
n*gga get choked out at that party
If the b*tch 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
Huh, hold up, girl, you not, I can't f*ck with y'all
I pull out my gun, I might shoot for fun
Think I laugh at a joke, 'cause he play with the K he holdin' onto none
Ten racks, he can't bargain
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*tch don't start it, yeah
[Verse 6: skaiwater]
Ten racks, bae don't start it
She get wet, she know I'm poppin', huh
Ten racks, my deposit
If he gon' play they might go stomp em', uh
She wan' shake it, shake it
She can't wait till she get naked, uh
These b*tch 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*ggas cap
And now this famous b*tch wan' suck my di*k
I told her, "Sit on my lap"
Baby, I'm not home, she knows I'm on the road
Blick down on his dome
Told my mans, bring the pole

[Verse 7: Yung Fazo & SSGKobe]
Gotta get off your ass, gotta get to that bag
She finna throw it back, she finna shake that ass
They wanna f*ck with me 'cause they know I'm get them racks
Yeah, that money on me, yeah, you could check the stats
Money pilin' up (Money piling' up)
I stack it to the ceiling, high as f*ck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ten racks, b*tch, don't start
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*tch, don't start it
She like, "Where the keys?"
I told her, "This 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 di*k
Finna go zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
When I nut and dip
Bentley coupe, coupe, coupe, coupe
No, that's not my b*tch (Hey, hey, hey)

[Verse 8: SSGKobe]
Yeah, nah, that's not my b*tch, I catch a bag Atari
Yeah, I'm in your b*tch, 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*tch, do not run up on me, it get choppy
I do not wan' catch a homi'
Yeah, I walked in with my stick like I'm vloggin'
Nah, I don't talk to none of y'all n*ggas, y'all be floggin' (Yeah)
Brodie pull up robbin', empty pockets
We do not give a f*ck who you is, he had five kids
T-T-T-Ten racks, b*tch, I'm steppin'
Ten racks-ten racks, b*tch, I'm steppin'
Yeah, pull up in suburbans
Pull up-Pull up in suburbans (Yeah)
I jus' wanna' f*ck, baby, please tell me why you curvin'
Know you wanna' f*ck, baby jus' tell me why you nervous (Yeah)
Yeah, I hop in the boot up, I hop in the ride, I'm f*ckin' your b*tch 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 then you know that he dyin'
I hang wit' my n*ggas, my brodie, my slime
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch 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 pus*y too gushy, it's going berserk
Yeah, I need all my bad b*tches lined up, get to twerkin' (Yeah)
I need all my bad b*tches lined up, get to twerkin' (Yeah)
My b*tch is so bad, b*tch, she walk out with Birkins

[Outro]
I don't give a f*ck what anyone say n*gga, Izzy is up next n*gga
Izzy is the only n*gga that can make the whole underground twerk
All y'all n*ggas suck my di*k, n*gga
Izzy is gon' be up next