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YSN Flow

Blast Off

 

Blast Off

(album: Flow $ZN - 2020)


[YSN Flow:]
Aye, uh

They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these niggas 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, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all

They talk about your loses, but won't talk about your M's , no
Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no
When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go
I remember I was happy, now I just think ''where them days go?''
I can stress about no bitch, they bring me drama, not no commas
Think I'm stressing 'cause I'm rich, got too much money, that's my problem
Me and fake niggas just don't click, and if I see 'em, I'mma rob 'em
And bitch I'm 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 I'm into
That fame will make some niggas change, I told them move
Had to try to do me for some clout, that's why I step out with them woo's, now

They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these niggas 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, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all

[Justin Rarri:]
Tell that bitch, turn the city up, counting all these money problems
But in LA, she ain't eatin though, why you think she stuck in my condo
Says she acting like a fiend, finna blow my little bomber
I'mma 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 bitch that I love her, but no I don't mean it
Sorry but, bitch I didn't mean it, talking money, finna set up a meter
Bodies dropping, and my little nigga did it, two shots, and these niggas are sleeping
Holding her, but didn't hit her though
Bitch be for the bag, I up my swag, so no one taking her
And she sucking dick, and know she bad, she taking off
Bitch I swipe my card, don't share no tag, I'm scamming though
Cut off that lil bitch, and embarrass her

[YSN Flow:]
They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these niggas 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, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all

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