Blow It All By YSN Flow
She tryna *** on the kitchen
Only way that we ***, if you bring all your friends
Uh-uh-huh, uh-uh-huh, yeah, yeah
(Ferno spazzed on this mothafucker)
I run it up, got me a bag
I’ma blow it all, then I do it again
She tryna *** on the kitchen
Only way that we ***, if you bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body, I’m flexin’
You know that I settin’ these trends
Pocket watchin’ like a ***
I can’t keep track of all the money I spend
Hate ’cause we poppin’, I call that a fan
They flipped the script, I’m stickin’ to the plan
All white walkin’, lookin’ like a Xan’
They been plottin’, boy, them boys ain’t your friends
Can’t trip, my Balenci’s came without no laces
I see they showin’ love to the fakes
My niggas was breakin’ bread before we made it
Bro in the field, he keep on catchin’ cases
I got some niggas that’s locked in that box
They was definitely Roddy, but never got rich
I feel like I can’t put trust in nobody
These niggas ain’t solid get caught on the flip
All my niggas got bodies and sticks
Me and my niggas was sharin’ clothes
But look, we finally rich
Can’t reminisce about the past days
I’m just tryna get my back straight
I run it up, got me a bag
I’ma blow it all, then I do it again
She tryna *** on the kitchen
Only way that we ***, if you bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body, I’m flexin’
You know that I settin’ these trends
Pocket watchin’ like a ***
I can’t keep track of all the money I spend
Hate ’cause we poppin’, I call that a fan
They flipped the script, I’m stickin’ to the plan
All white walkin’, lookin’ like a Xan’
They been plottin’, boy, them boys ain’t your friends
Everybody switchin’ up for no reason
I’ve been out here, I’ve been fightin’ my demons
Hoodie on, yeah, it’s really that season
Keep your love, ’cause a *** don’t need it
*** the plain jane, ***, I need my *** flooded
Bag chasin’, overloaded on luggage
2020 whip, I don’t need to touch it
Just push the button and this *** get to runnin’
This *** get to runnin’, I pull out the choppa, you runnin’
That’s not your *** if you know that we ***’
Too many hunnids, no time for no lovin’
They mad ’cause I’m up, I turn nothin’ to somethin’
I run it up, got me a bag
I’ma blow it all, then I do it again
She tryna *** on the kitchen
Only way that we ***, if you bring all your friends
Versace all up on my body, I’m flexin’
You know that I settin’ these trends
Pocket watchin’ like a ***
I can’t keep track of all the money I spend
Hate ’cause we poppin’, I call that a fan
They flipped the script, I’m stickin’ to the plan
All white walkin’, lookin’ like a Xan’
They been plottin’, boy, them boys ain’t your friends
