Ten Talk (Explicit)

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