Ten Talk lyrics
by DaBaby
[Intro]
Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
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 sh*t, n*gga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though
I ran up that money so motherf*ckin' high, ayy
I swear to God I could stop rappin' now, n*gga
I wouldn't give a f*ck 'bout what you think, b*tch
[Refrain]
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' n*gga, 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
[Verse 1]
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ign'ant sh*t
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, b*tch, get rid of it
Motherf*ck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, b*tch, I'm really rich (b*tch, I'm rich)
And I'm so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that sh*t
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 b*tch, f*ck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin' (Tool totin')
You start this sh*t, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' (Tools blowin')
pus*y, 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, f*ck your lingo, how you bomin', n*gga? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin', n*gga
Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, n*gga
Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin', n*gga, uh, mmh
[Chorus]
How you get them cars and all that jewelry? n*gga, I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions? n*gga, I don't know
How I got all them b*tches and don't want one? n*gga, I don't know
Why you actin' slow? n*gga, f*ck it, let your chrome blow
[Interlude]
(Ayy, why you been on some stupid sh*t with everybody, YoungBoy?)
n*gga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't sh*t?)
n*gga, I don't know
(Ayy, I really do know, but I really don't know, but look here)
n*gga, I don't know
(Ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, n*gga, bah)
[Verse 2]
pus*y n*gga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
b*tch, 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 b*tches don't wan' nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this sh*t I'm blessed for
This sh*t around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on (Get you popped, b*tch)
But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty a show
[Chorus]
How you get them cars and all that jewelry? n*gga, I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions? n*gga, I don't know
How I got all them b*tches and don't want one? n*gga, I don't know
Why you actin' slow? n*gga, f*ck it, let your chrome blow
[Refrain]
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' n*gga, 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
[Outro]
Savage n*gga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, n*gga, I don't know
b*tch on Vogue, n*gga, I don't know
Who I'm f*ckin' with, that's your ho