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classified* - ysn flow lyrics

[intro]
ayy, dj, you the plug

[verse 1: ysn marlo]
b*tch, we keep them glocks, that steph curry shoot like kd
no flexing in my city, i got guap, these n*ggas hate me
i’m getting too much money, fingers grining, this sh*t is crazy
and shout out to my momma, you gon’ get a new mercedes
we got glocks, talking on internet, now that n*gga dropped
b*tch, we want to k!ll, you know that we shooting for the top
ain’t no oxygen, you know that we airing out his block
ain’t no mercy when i’m sliding through, i hope i don’t get lack
rocking with some demons, talking sh*t, they gon’ take your life
he don’t think we about it, he want beef, we gon’ take his pipe
gеtting money while i’m f*cking sleeping, i get paid at night
paparazzis always taking picturеs, b*tch, i hate the lights
my n*ggas animals, straight out the zoo, my n*ggas going insane
never catch me by myself, you know i’m always with the gang
you typing all them characters, you want problems, we gon’ take your chain
b*tch, you overthinking, pull the trigger, we gon’ take your brain
if i ever get a mill’, i swear i won’t be satisfied
got n*ggas moving pounds, i can’t say names because it’s classified
hop in my whip, you not no shooter, you don’t have to ride
been going through this pain, my grandma passed, you know i had to cry
cl!ck*clack, let that n*gga chainless, now he asking for his sh*t back
and i took your b*tch, n*gga, come get your b*tch back
rocking all designer, you know that i like to mismatch
and this draco hit, on my momma, you can’t hit back
[verse 2: ysn flow]
i feel like brady in the field, b*tch, i been carrying my team
i’m banging 62, orange flag wrapped around the glock on the seat
i walk up in my closet and all my n*ggas up on the tee
’cause all my n*ggas stepping [?] know what i mean
in love with bae, know she hate when i pop xanax
but the drugs up in my face
i’m in cali f*cking runners, i might f*ck around pull her lace
police take me on probation, i’m still thugging with the k
hop out, glocks out, we might f*ck around and end his [?]
shoot a n*gga, gon’ do it, n*gga, got blood all in my gucci, n*gga
louie, n*gga, got louie on when i play around in that coochie, n*gga
opps walking in the school, f*ck around and shoot the school, n*gga
loud pack, what you said? i’m smoking on [?]
momma told son to stop but he still thugging
know they want me dead so with my glock, b*tch, i be running
got so much to gain because a n*gga came from nothing
rock out with them glocks out, we been drumming

- ysn flow lyrics

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