YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Ten Talk lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Ten Talk lyrics]
I just got off the phone with DDawg
(Not gon' say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your
Ways, you gon' fall, slime
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though
I ran up that money so motherfuckin' high
Ayy i swear to God I could stop rappin' now
Nigga
I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout what you think
Bitch
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga
I can head home fresh up out a cell block
Can 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 ign'ant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police
Pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't
Leavin' my home, bitch, i'm really rich
(Bitch, I'm rich)
And I'm so caught up in my ways
I tint out all that shit
Order seven-fifty from the bank and they say
"Goddamn"
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 bitch
Fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang
We all tool totin' (Tool totin')
You start this shit, on Dump
We end it with them tools blowin'
(Tools blowin')
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul
But my bro stole it (Man, he stole it)
Swipe too much, interior rig
I think my car totaled (Car totaled)
Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bomin', nigga?
(yeah, yeah)
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin'
Nigga probably got my stick out with a
Big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, release six
Off when you turnin', nigga, uh, mmh
How you get them cars and
All that jewelry? Nigga, i don't know
How you spent that money and
Still got millions? Nigga, i don't know
How I got all them bitches
And don't want one? Nigga, i don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it
Let your chrome blow
(Ayy, why you been on some
Stupid shit with everybody, youngBoy?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all
These hoes ain't shit?) nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, I really do know, but
I really don't know, but look here)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, just roll a blunt up
And light the strong, nigga, bah)
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke
Then let your chrome blow
Bitch, 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 bitches don't wan' nominate Lil
Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap
This shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you
Popped or get you stepped on
(Get you popped, bitch)
But on the other end
I don't get nothin' less
Than one-fifty a show
How you get them cars and
All that jewelry? Nigga, i don't know
How you spent that money and
Still got millions? Nigga, i don't know
How I got all them bitches
And don't want one? Nigga, i don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck 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' nigga
I can head home fresh up out a cell block
Can fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
Savage nigga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know
Who I'm fuckin' with, that's your ho