Ten Talk YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[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 shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though
I ran up that money so motherfuckin' high, ayy
I swear to God I could stop rappin' now, nigga
I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch

[Refrain]
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 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 shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich (Bitch, I'm rich)
And I'm so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that shit
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 bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin' (Tool totin')
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' (Tools blowin')
Pussy, 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, fuck your lingo, how you bomin', nigga? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin', nigga
Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin', nigga, uh, mmh