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israyl - tenracks remix - israyl lyrics

[intro]
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: uhmcalvyn]
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
yea brand new ho and this b*tch a model

[verse 1: israyl]
i got some lean in a baby bottlе
i’m smokin’ on gas and i go full throttle
yeah, this some runtz, yеah this gelatto
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
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3
all my n*ggas ready for war there’s not no enemies
and that n*gga this i owe him something, you not no kin to me
ion trust this hoe, 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: uhmcalvyn]
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: uhmcalvyn]
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
yea brand new ho and this b*tch a model

[verse 3: uhmcalvyn]
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 p*ssy, 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 n*ggas p*ssy, they sweeter than iced tea
spend a band on the glock, how you think that we fighting?
i had my gl!ck 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
and a young n*gga got ten racks, don’t start it
[chorus: uhmcalvyn & uhmcalvyn & 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 that*shake that ass don’t stop it
i said she move too exotic
she move*she move too exotic
i stay in l.a., she throw that ass, baby i let her shake that body
[?]
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*tch don’t start it
ten racks*ten racks, b*tch don’t start it” (start it)

[verse 5: cheromani+]
ten racks, b*tch don’t start it
i push an opp [?] (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
i brought a hunnid outside (yeah)
she want the chain, n*gga, that’s a [?]
n*gga get [?], catch that 5
[?] i might buy me some marni
i’m off the chain 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*ck wit’ y’all
i’m like, “oh my god”
i might shoot for fun
these guys laugh at the [?], cause they play with the k [?]
ten racks, it can’t bargain
ten racks*ten racks, b*tch don’t start it, yeah

[verse 6: skaiwater]
ten racks, b*tch 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*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 i know this famous b*tch wan’ suck my d*ck
cause’ i told her “sit on my lap”
baby, i’m not home
she knows i’m on the ro*o*oad
bl!cked out on his dome
told my mans, bring the po*o*ole

[verse 7: yung fazo & ssgkobe]
gotta get off yo ass, gotta get to that bag
she finna throw it back, she finna shake that ass
they wanna f*ck wit’ me ’cause they know i’m getting racks
yeah, that money on me, yeah you could check the stash
money pilin’ up (money piling’ up)
i’m stacking 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
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*ck
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 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*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 and you know that he dyin’
i had all my n*ggas, my brodie had 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 p*ssy 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 she so bad, b*tch, she walk out with birkins

[verse 9: fxrewell mxri]
yeah i got tenracks (ok)
imma spend a pack young n*gga in a foreign imma go back
imma go hit your spine imma hit your back
imma put some green in your chromin pack
g19 with a scope imma go back and hit on your hoe
imma go back and f*ck on your hoe imma take it on the road
young n*gga don’t test me imma go ride like bessy imma go ride like bessy
bentley bentayga imma go back and find her imma go back and find her
you wasting time imma go back and hit your line imma go back and hit your line imma go and cut in line
i got a g19 and a mercedes yeah imma go real crazy yeah imma go real crazy yeah imma go real crazy yeah
i got a g19 in my waste yeah imma go and erase yeah imma take your place, yeah imma shoot your face, yeah i don’t know what to say yeah
im going crazy in my mind got this green on me imma lose my mind
imma take half of it yeah 4g auto in the back ill take half of it
then imma go spend a hoe yeah im spending sh*t yeah
i got 10k racks imma hit the b*tch yeah imma hit the b*tch
i got a bag now imma go back and say hey now
don’t come here and say hey now don’t come here and say hey now
cause we’re bout to go go go yeah we’re bout to go*go and go
we’re bout to go go go yeah we’re bout to go*go and go (yeah yeah yeah)

[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 d*ck, n*gga
izzy is gon’ be up next

- israyl lyrics

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