ten talk - youngboy never broke again lyrics
[intro]
ayy, h*llo? (who is this?)
i just got off the phone with ddawg (not gonna say)
ayy, you keep bein’ stuck up in your ways, you gon’ fall, slime (godd*mn, bj with another one)
man, i know that sh*t, n*gga
yeah, don’t know, ayy, but look, though
i ran up that money so m*th*f*ckin’ high
ayy, i swear to god i could stop rappin’ now, n*gga
i wouldn’t give a f*ck about what you think, b*tch
[refrain]
i can’t take the clean route, i’m g’d up
they talk down, i’m rich now, lil’ n*gga, i can head home
fresh up outta cell block, can fill up arena
i’m turnt up, you try and get your face blown
[verse 1]
i’m smokin’ on doja, i pull up rollin’ on some ignorant sh*t
know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, b*tch, get rid of it
motherf*ck them shows, i ain’t leavin’ my home, b*tch, i’m really rich
and i’m so caught up in my ways i tint out all that sh*t
order seven*fifty from the bank and they say, “godd*mn”
i ain’t gotta walk in, i just call, they know who i am
flex on instagram and go to tweakin’, seem like i spam
so many plaques around this b*tch, f*ck who don’t like what i’m sayin’
swervin’ in that lam’ with the gang, we all tool totin’
you start this sh*t on dump and end it with the tool blowin’
p*ssy, i was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it
swipe so much, interior rig, i think my car totaled
yeah, f*ck your lingo, how you bummin’, n*gga?
i’ma post the trey on 38, i hear ya comin’, n*gga
probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, n*gga
better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin’, n*gga (uh, mm)
[chorus]
how you get them cars and all that jewelry, n*gga? i don’t know
how you spent that money and still got millions, n*gga? i don’t know
how i got all them b*tches and don’t want one, n*gga? i don’t know
why you actin’ slow? n*gga, f*ck it, let your chrome blow
[interlude]
(ayy, why you been on some stupid sh*t with everybody youngboy?)
n*gga, i don’t know
(ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain’t sh*t?)
n*gga, i don’t know
(ayy, i really do know, but i really don’t know)
n*gga, i don’t know
(ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, n*gga, bah)
[verse 2]
p*ssy n*gga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
b*tch, stop all that hatin’, just come say somethin’, what you on, foe?
jumpin’ in that maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope
i’m full of pills, in my bentley, who that is? your ho
why them b*tches don’t want nominate lil top? i don’t wan’ know
i’m from the streets, i got that guap, this sh*t i’m blessed for
this sh*t around my wrist’ll get you popped or get you stepped on
but on the other end, i don’t get nothin’ unless i get one*fifty a show
[chorus]
how you get them cars and all that jewelry, n*gga? i don’t know
how you spent that money and still got millions, n*gga? i don’t know
how i got all them b*tches and don’t want one, n*gga? i don’t know
why you actin’ slow? n*gga, f*ck it, let your chrome blow
[refrain]
i can’t take the clean route, i’m g’d up
they talk down, i’m rich now, lil’ n*gga, i can head home
fresh up outta cell block, can fill up arena
i’m turnt up, you try and get your face blown
[outro]
savage n*gga, i don’t know
uh, yeah, lil top, n*gga, i don’t know
b*tch on vogue, n*gga, i don’t know
f*ckin’ with, that’s your ho
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