Ten Talk By YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Ayy, hello? (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, time (Goddamn, ***, [?])
Man, I know that ***, ***
Yeah, don’t know, ayy, pull up, though
I ran up that money so muthafuckin’ ***
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin’ now
***, I don’t give a *** about what you think, ***
I can’t take the clean route, I’m G’d up
They talk down, I’m rich now, lil’ ***, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I’m turnt up, you try and get your face blown
I’m smokin’ on doja, I pull up rollin’ on some ignant ***
Know the opp get blown, police pull us over, ***, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, Iain’t leavin’ my home, ***, I’m really rich
And I’m so caught up in my ways I tend to all that ***
Opp, 750 from the bank and they say, “Goddamn”
I ain’t gotta walk and I just call, they know who I am
Pics on Instagram, and go to tweak and and that I spam
Someone plays around, this *** *** who don’t like what I’m sayin’
Swervin’ in that Lamb’ with the gang, we all tool-totin’
You start this ***, I’m known end it with that tool totin’
***, I was tryna buy soul but my bro stole it
Swipe so much into your rig, I think my car totaled
Yeah, *** your lingo how you bummin’, ***
Posted Trey on 38th, I hear ya comin’ ***
Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, ***
Better have your stick out, I release six off when you turnin’ *** (Uh, mm)
How you get them cars and all that jewelry ***? I don’t know
How you spent that money and still got millions ***? I don’t know
How I got all them *** and don’t want one ***? I don’t know
Why you actin’ slow? ***, *** it, let your chrome blow
(Ayy, why you been on some stupid *** with everybody YoungBoy?)
***, I don’t know (Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain’t ***?)
***, I don’t know (Yo, I really do know but I really don’t know)
***, I don’t know (I just rolled a blunt up and light this joint, ***, what!)
*** ***, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
*** stop all that hatin’, just come say somethin’ with your own folk
Jumpin’ in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red ***
I’m for the pills, in my pendant, who that is? Your ho
Why them *** don’t want on me lately, Lil Top? I don’t know
I’m from the streets, I got that guap, this *** I’m blessed for
This *** 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
Lil shaw–
How you get them cars and all that jewelry ***? I don’t know
How you spent that money and still got millions ***? I don’t know
How I got all them *** and don’t want one ***? I don’t know
Why you actin’ slow? ***, *** it, let your chrome blow
I can’t take the clean route, I’m G’d up
They talk down, I’m rich now, lil’ ***, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I’m turnt up, you try and get your face blown
Shut up, ***, I don’t know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, ***, I don’t know
*** on Vogue, ***, I don’t know
***’ with your jail po’
