10 Speed lyrics

[Intro: Melody Baby]
Oh, nah nah nah
I can't talk no more yeah yeah (woah)
Can’t talk no more (woah)
I can’t talk no more yeah yeah
Can’t talk no more (oh nah nah)
Can’t talk no more (oh nah nah)
Yeah, yeah look

[Chorus: Melody Baby]
How you be talking like you really miss me
I’m pulling up with like five b*tches
Yeah, we do the dash in a ten speed
Ain't worried ‘bout none these new n*ggas
I don't drop sh*t they can't catch me
And if any n*gga try to do sh*t
I'ma make ‘em wish they ain't test me
Blowing these racks off in this b*tch
Everybody blickied up we can't trip

[Verse 1: Melody Baby]
n*ggas be talking down on my lifestyle
Have they whole family get hit
I done blew half a mil’ and I'm twenty-one
Yeah, n*gga tryna get rich
The way my n*gga pulling up in the lamb truck
You would think the n*gga selling bricks
I can't talk no more trust me
I was broke they said, “f*ck me”
Now a n*gga touching all of this money
They tryna come kick it with me they funny
Put them on game now they changed up
Put my chains on it get ugly
[Chorus: Melody Baby]
How you be talking like you really miss me
Pulled up with five b*tches in a ten speed
Ain’t worried ‘bout new n*ggas
I don’t drop sh*t yeah
They really wish they can catch me
Any n*gga do something n*gga try me
I’ma make ‘em wish they ain’t test me
Blowing these racks off in this b*tch
Everybody blicked up we can’t trip

[Verse 2: Vory]
Blowing these racks off in this b*tch
I write ‘em like tax offs in this b*tch
Lil’ mama came back off of this di*k
If I ever f*ck a b*tch with no walls
f*ck around jack-off in this b*tch
And I know my oops are mad (ay ay woah)
I pull out a million cash
You know it’s not enough
It’s not enough it’s not enough
I been that n*gga sense I can remember
Cold world my heart is on froze I say
I take everything that just comes with it
I gotta run with it
Aw bae (ay)
You know how I'm living I’m back on road
Running this money is all I know
I ran up two milli ain't do no shows for real
They know if they try me they get killed
Nah for real
Tweaking off a pill
Rolling nah for real
Rolling rolling nah for real
You know frankings are for me (baby ay)
We been locked in
Since a n*gga tryna keep my boxed in
And my ops get rolled in a coffin
Loud pack on my ops keep coughing
But I can't stop now (ay)
I can't stop now (baby)
[Chorus: Melody Baby]
How you be talking like you really miss me
Pulled up with five b*tches in a ten speed
Ain’t worried ‘bout new n*ggas
I don’t drop sh*t yeah
They really wish they can catch me
Any n*gga do something n*gga try me
I’ma make ‘em wish they ain’t test me
Blowing these racks off in this b*tch
Everybody blicked up we can’t trip