- YSN Flow Blast Off 歌詞
- YSN Flow
- Aye, uh
They just came to go, aint gone play no more, aint the same no more
Change some more, thats what n*ggas do, so I cant hang no more
Always had a vision on my dream gon be a reality
Oh, f*ck em, Im gon blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, Im finna blast, Im takin off
Know these n*ggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, cant save em all, hell no I cant save em all
They talk about your loses, but wont talk about your gains , no
Money changed my life, but my lifestyle wont ever change, no
When Im by myself, I reminisce, thats when my pain go
I remember I was happy, now I just think where them days go?
I can stress about no b*tch, they bring me drama, not no commas
Think Im stressin cause Im rich, got too much money , thats my problem
Me and fake n*ggas just dont click, and if I see em, Imma rob em
And b*tch Im fresh up on from the bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah
He got a problem, we got choppas, 762s
I got money, now they tryna find out, what Im into
That fame will make some n*ggas change, I told them move
Had to try to do me for some clout, thats why I step out with them woos, now
They just came to go, aint gone play no more, aint the same no more
Change some more, thats what n*ggas do, so I cant hang no more
Always had a vision on my dream gon be a reality
Oh, f*ck em, Im gon blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, Im finna blast, Im takin off
Know these n*ggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, cant save em all, hell no I cant save em all
Tell that b*tch, turn the city up, countin all these money problems
But in LA, she aint eatin though, why you think she stuck in my condo
Says she actin like a fiend, finna blow my little bomber
Imma just let out all this cream, in her throat, I got a hitter, Mercedes
She tryna go out for a date, yeah, I got a whole lotta demons
Stackin these hunnids, they look like the sea
Told a b*tch that I love her, but no I dont mean it
Sorry but, b*tch I didnt mean it, talkin money, finna set up a meter
Bodies droppin, and my little n*gga did it, two shots, and these n*ggas are sleepin
Holdin her, but didnt hit her though
B *tch be for the bag, I up my swag, so no one takin her
And she suckin d*ck, and know she bad, she takin off
B*tch I swipe my card, dont share no tag , Im scammin though
Cut off that lil b*tch, and embarrass her
They just came to go, aint gone play no more, aint the same no more
Change some more, thats what n*ggas do, so I cant hang no more
Always had a vision on my dreamgon be a reality
Oh, f*ck em, Im gon blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, Im finna blast, Im takin off
Know these n*ggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, cant save em all, hell no I cant save em all
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