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645AR

Fuck Shit On 10

 

Fuck Shit On 10

(álbum: 645AR - 2019)


[10kDunkin:]
(Hey Andrew, what's up?)
Damn, uh, damn, damn, damn
The fuck these niggas talking 'bout, man?
S.O.S. shit, man
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
Niggas tryna hit my fucking phone
What the fuck is wrong with' them
Hit my phone on that bullshit, nigga, what the fuck, nigga?
Yeah, yeah

I'm on my phone, lil' bitch, I'm working
Racks in my jeans, they think that I'm serving
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 touching the surface
Think you up to something, 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
Hopping out the foreign smelling 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 working
Racks in my jeans, they think that I'm serving
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 touching the surface
Think you up to something, why you so nervous?
Glock fry a nigga like the chicken in Church's

[645AR:]
(Yeah)
Had to take shit 'cause my pockets was slim
I be with' 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?"
Milking 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 calling 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

[10kDunkin:]
I'm on my phone, lil' bitch, I'm working
Racks in my jeans, they think that I'm serving
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 touching the surface
Think you up to something, why you so nervous?
Glock fry a nigga like the chicken in Church's

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