Ten Talk

Ayy hello

Who is this

I just got off the phone with DDawg

Not gonna say

Godd**n BJ with another one

Ayy you keep bein' stuck up in your ways you gon' fall slime

Man I know that s**t n***a

Yeah don't know ayy but look though

I ran up that money so muthaf**kin' high

Ayy I swear to God I could stop rappin' now n***a

I wouldn't give a f**k about what you think b***h

I can't take the clean route I'm G'd up

They talk down I'm rich now lil' n***a I can head home

Fresh up outta cell block can fill up arena

I'm turnt up you try and get your face blown

I'm smokin' on doja I pull up rollin' on some ignorant s**t

Know the opp pack potent police pull us over b***h get rid of it

Motherf**k them shows I ain't leavin' my home b***h I'm really rich

And I'm so caught up in my ways I tint out all that s**t

Order seven-fifty from the bank and they say "Godd**n"

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***h f**k who don't like what I'm sayin'

Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang we all tool totin'

You start this s**t on Dump and end it with the tool blowin'

P***y I was tryna buy a soul but my bro stole it

Swipe so much interior rig I think my car totaled

Yeah f**k your lingo how you bummin' n***a

I'ma post the Trey on 38 I hear ya comin' n***a

Probably got my stick out with a big a*s stack of hundreds n***a

Better have your stick out release six off when you turnin' n***a

Uh mm

How you get them cars and all that jewelry n***a I don't know

How you spent that money and still got millions n***a I don't know

How I got all them b***hes and don't want one n***a I don't know

Why you actin' slow n***a f**k it let your chrome blow

Ayy why you been on some stupid s**t with everybody YoungBoy

N***a I don't know

Ayy why you feel like all these h*es ain't s**t

N***a I don't know

Ayy I really do know but I really don't know

N***a I don't know

Ayy just roll a blunt up and light the strong n***a bah

P***y n***a say that you want smoke then let your chrome blow

B***h stop all that hatin' just come say somethin' what you on foe

Jumpin' in that Maybach in my styrofoam red d**e

I'm full of pills in my Bentley who that is your ho

Why them b***hes don't want nominate Lil Top I don't wan' know

I'm from the streets I got that guap this s**t I'm blessed for

This s**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

How you get them cars and all that jewelry n***a I don't know

How you spent that money and still got millions n***a I don't know

How I got all them b***hes and don't want one n***a I don't know

Why you actin' slow

N***a f**k 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' n***a I can head home

Fresh up outta cell block can fill up arena

I'm turnt up you try and get your face blown

Savage n***a I don't know

Uh yeah Lil Top n***a I don't know

B***h on Vogue n***a I don't know

F**kin' with that's your ho