[Intro]
You are not him, you are not him
You are not him

[Bridge]
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, 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 n***a, 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

[Verse 1: Uhmcalvyn]
I got some lean in a baby bottle
I'm smokin' on gas when I go full throttle
Yea, this some runtz, yea, 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 n***as ready for war, there's not no enemies
And that n***a think I owe him something, you not no kin to me
I don't trust this hoe, I fuck this bitch, I guess we fri-enemies
I just popped a Perc' and sipped some lean, I got my energy
Bitch, I got my energy
I got my energy
[Verse 2: Israyl]
Bitch, I know you into me
I'll show you shit you never seen
Said she want a Birkin, bitch, you lucky, I'll give you a perc and bean
Count more money and more money and I'm only seventeen
My n***as off that wocky
Said it's smoke, my n***a gone spark it
And I got

[Chorus: Uhmcalvyn]
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 n***a, 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

[Verse 3: Israyl]
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 n***a is not
These n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a got ten racks, don't start it