10 Speed (feat. Vory)
Oh, nah nah nah
I can't talk no more yeah yeah
Can't talk no more
I can't talk no more yeah yeah
Can't talk no more
Can't talk no more
Yeah, yeah look
How you be talking like you really miss me
I'm pulling up with like five bitches
Yeah, we do the dash in a ten speed
Ain't worried 'bout none these new niggas
I don't drop shit they can't catch me
And if any nigga try to do shit
I'ma make 'em wish they ain't test me
Blowing these racks off in this bitch
Everybody blickied up we can't trip
Niggas be talking down on my lifestyle
Have they whole family get hit
I done blew half a mil' and I'm twenty-one
Yeah, Nigga tryna get rich
The way my nigga pulling up in the lamb truck
You would think the nigga selling bricks
I can't talk no more trust me
I was broke they said, "fuck me"
Now a nigga 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
How you be talking like you really miss me
Pulled up with five bitches in a ten speed
Ain't worried 'bout new niggas
I don't drop shit yeah
They really wish they can catch me
Any nigga do something nigga try me
I'ma make 'em wish they ain't test me
Blowing these racks off in this bitch
Everybody blicked up we can't trip
Blowing these racks off in this bitch
I write 'em like tax offs in this bitch
Lil' mama came back off of this dick
If I ever fuck a bitch with no walls
Fuck around jack-off in this bitch
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 nigga 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 nigga 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)
How you be talking like you really miss me
Pulled up with five bitches in a ten speed
Ain't worried 'bout new niggas
I don't drop shit yeah
They really wish they can catch me
Any nigga do something nigga try me
I'ma make 'em wish they ain't test me
Blowing these racks off in this bitch
Everybody blicked up we can't trip
I can't talk no more yeah yeah
Can't talk no more
I can't talk no more yeah yeah
Can't talk no more
Can't talk no more
Yeah, yeah look
How you be talking like you really miss me
I'm pulling up with like five bitches
Yeah, we do the dash in a ten speed
Ain't worried 'bout none these new niggas
I don't drop shit they can't catch me
And if any nigga try to do shit
I'ma make 'em wish they ain't test me
Blowing these racks off in this bitch
Everybody blickied up we can't trip
Niggas be talking down on my lifestyle
Have they whole family get hit
I done blew half a mil' and I'm twenty-one
Yeah, Nigga tryna get rich
The way my nigga pulling up in the lamb truck
You would think the nigga selling bricks
I can't talk no more trust me
I was broke they said, "fuck me"
Now a nigga 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
How you be talking like you really miss me
Pulled up with five bitches in a ten speed
Ain't worried 'bout new niggas
I don't drop shit yeah
They really wish they can catch me
Any nigga do something nigga try me
I'ma make 'em wish they ain't test me
Blowing these racks off in this bitch
Everybody blicked up we can't trip
Blowing these racks off in this bitch
I write 'em like tax offs in this bitch
Lil' mama came back off of this dick
If I ever fuck a bitch with no walls
Fuck around jack-off in this bitch
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 nigga 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 nigga 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)
How you be talking like you really miss me
Pulled up with five bitches in a ten speed
Ain't worried 'bout new niggas
I don't drop shit yeah
They really wish they can catch me
Any nigga do something nigga try me
I'ma make 'em wish they ain't test me
Blowing these racks off in this bitch
Everybody blicked up we can't trip
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Writer(s): Noah Ghaly
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