Ten Talk - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Man, I know that shit, nigga

Yeah, don’t know, ayy, pull up, though

I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high

Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now

Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about 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 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 shit

Know the opp get blown, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it

Motherfuck them shows, Iain’t leavin' my home, bitch, I’m really rich

And I’m so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit

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 bitch fuck who don’t like what I’m sayin'

Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool-totin'

You start this shit, I’m known end it with that tool totin'

Pussy, I was tryna buy soul but my bro stole it

Swipe so much into your rig, I think my car totaled

Yeah, fuck your lingo how you bummin', nigga

Posted Trey on 38th, I hear ya comin' nigga

Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga

Better have your stick out, I release six off when you turnin' nigga (Uh, mm)

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 (Yo, I really do know but I really don’t know)

Nigga, I don’t know (I just rolled a blunt up and light this joint, nigga, what!

Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow

Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk

Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red coke

I’m for the pills, in my pendant, who that is?

Your ho

Why them bitches don’t want on me lately, Lil Top?

I don’t 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

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 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 outta cell block and fill up an arena

I’m turnt up, you try and get your face blown

Shut up, nigga, I don’t know

Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don’t know

Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don’t know

Fuckin' with your jail po'