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YSN Flow
GENRE
[Intro: YSN Flow]
Why is everything chrome?
Ayy, ayy, bitch
[Verse 1: YSN Flow]
I came from that A, nigga, that was my session
And I'm spin down with that Glock Smith & Wesson
Nigga play dummy then I send him to Heaven
My niggas gon' creep like we double-o seven
I been doing drill since I was like eleven
My niggas gon' box you ass up like a present
Me and Young Marlo are trapping in the field
Doing drills for the niggas who thought they was up
Glocks in our tummies, you know that is [?]
A nigga play crazy, we send his ass up
Choppas gon' bang, spin 'round his block, let it rain
Never be tucking my chain, I came out the rain
And now I got change, I never gon' change on my blood, on my gang
[Verse 2: YSN Ourt]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I keep a tool, so you know I ain't streesing
Pockets they [?]
I'm thanking God, He keep giving me blessing
Smoking on opp pack, we sent them to Heaven
My niggas trapping, might serve up to reverence
Ain't signing deals, that's the figures or seven
Hit 'em three five, you would think I was Kevin
My niggas come G state where we [?] on
Bodies they laying, ain't no tracking who left 'em
No DNA but they know that we strech 'em
They call a medic but they couldn't help 'em
Came with the drip, better watch how you stepping
[Verse 3: YSN Marlo]
Ayy, ayy, look
That nigga mad 'cause he seen that I flex
Diamonds my wrist, bitch, it's all on my neck
Run up on me and I'm spreaking that TEC
Look at my diamonds, this shit pretty wet
I got a deal, so I'm getting this bag
Hate on Young Marlo, I'm up all this cash
Fucking your bitch, she throwing it back
Fucking your bitch and she throwing it back
Look at my diamonds, they fuck with my dripping
I'm getting my money, no time for a bitch
Pull up with choppas, pull up with sticks
Pull up with choppa, pull up with stick
I'm getting money, I stay in the stu'
Look at my pockets, this bitch full of blues
Thirty five dollars on shoes, thirty five dollars on shoes
[Verse 4: YSN Jayo]
Ayy, hop out the Bentley, my Glock, boy, it's fitted
Big choppa, bitch, I step with the semi
My money get [?], I ride with your bitty
My pants is falling, they held up with [?]
The people hating on me, swear is so petty
And all this money, I been getting so many
I swear to God, bitch, I might need me a granny
I take my time, bitch, I be fucking your [?]
Lil' drip youngin but I'm white a Xanny
My money long, start popping my fanny
No second guessing, they ain't asking no candy
No second guessing and they ain't asking no candy, huh?
Why is everything chrome?
Ayy, ayy, bitch
[Verse 1: YSN Flow]
I came from that A, nigga, that was my session
And I'm spin down with that Glock Smith & Wesson
Nigga play dummy then I send him to Heaven
My niggas gon' creep like we double-o seven
I been doing drill since I was like eleven
My niggas gon' box you ass up like a present
Me and Young Marlo are trapping in the field
Doing drills for the niggas who thought they was up
Glocks in our tummies, you know that is [?]
A nigga play crazy, we send his ass up
Choppas gon' bang, spin 'round his block, let it rain
Never be tucking my chain, I came out the rain
And now I got change, I never gon' change on my blood, on my gang
[Verse 2: YSN Ourt]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I keep a tool, so you know I ain't streesing
Pockets they [?]
I'm thanking God, He keep giving me blessing
Smoking on opp pack, we sent them to Heaven
My niggas trapping, might serve up to reverence
Ain't signing deals, that's the figures or seven
Hit 'em three five, you would think I was Kevin
My niggas come G state where we [?] on
Bodies they laying, ain't no tracking who left 'em
No DNA but they know that we strech 'em
They call a medic but they couldn't help 'em
Came with the drip, better watch how you stepping
[Verse 3: YSN Marlo]
Ayy, ayy, look
That nigga mad 'cause he seen that I flex
Diamonds my wrist, bitch, it's all on my neck
Run up on me and I'm spreaking that TEC
Look at my diamonds, this shit pretty wet
I got a deal, so I'm getting this bag
Hate on Young Marlo, I'm up all this cash
Fucking your bitch, she throwing it back
Fucking your bitch and she throwing it back
Look at my diamonds, they fuck with my dripping
I'm getting my money, no time for a bitch
Pull up with choppas, pull up with sticks
Pull up with choppa, pull up with stick
I'm getting money, I stay in the stu'
Look at my pockets, this bitch full of blues
Thirty five dollars on shoes, thirty five dollars on shoes
[Verse 4: YSN Jayo]
Ayy, hop out the Bentley, my Glock, boy, it's fitted
Big choppa, bitch, I step with the semi
My money get [?], I ride with your bitty
My pants is falling, they held up with [?]
The people hating on me, swear is so petty
And all this money, I been getting so many
I swear to God, bitch, I might need me a granny
I take my time, bitch, I be fucking your [?]
Lil' drip youngin but I'm white a Xanny
My money long, start popping my fanny
No second guessing, they ain't asking no candy
No second guessing and they ain't asking no candy, huh?
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