10kDunkin, 645AR - Fuck Shit on 10 lyrics

(Hey Andrew, what's up?)
Damn, uh, damn, damn, damn
The fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, man?
SOS shit,  man
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Niggas tryna hit my fuckin' phone-
What the fuck is wrong wit' them
Hit my phone on that bullshit
Nigga, what the fuck, nigga?
Yeah, yeah

I'm on my phone, lil' bitch, 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 bitch
I ain't touchin' the surface
Think you up to somethin'
Why you so nervous? Glock fry a nigga like
The chicken in Church's

(yeah, hello? Wait, what the fuck?)
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 nigga but I still eat
(Hey Andrew, what's up?)
Bitch, I been at the bank all week
Double cup, it's darker than ice tea
Fuck a sample, ain't shit in life free
Want a feature, I got a fee
Want a show, I got a fee
What the fuck, Balenci' my feet
In the coupe, no back seat

I'm on my phone, lil' bitch, 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 bitch
I ain't touchin' the surface
Think you up to somethin'
Why you so nervous? Glock fry a nigga like
The chicken in Church's

(yeah)
Had to take shit 'cause my pockets was slim
I be wit' niggas that shoot shit like Jim
Pull up to the function, fuck shit on ten
(Turn up, turn up) had to get cake
Then we jugged you before twelve do
Shoot a nigga then take him out of his shoes
These niggas my sons
Finna take 'em to school
If I stack up the racks
It get taller than you
It's fuck you then, still fuck 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 nigga, get slapped up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, true story, man, we don't have to
Take 2 Train, we on foreign
On these fuck niggas, man
Prolly glicked up too

I'm on my phone, lil' bitch, 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 bitch
I ain't touchin' the surface
Think you up to somethin'
Why you so nervous? Glock fry a nigga like
The chicken in Church's