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pop* - ysn flow lyrics

[intro: ysn flow]
why is everything chrome?
ayy, ayy, b*tch

[verse 1: ysn flow]
i came from that a, n*gga, that was my session
and i’m spin down with that glock smith & wesson
n*gga play dummy then i send him to heaven
my n*ggas gon’ creep like we double*o seven
i been doing drill since i was like eleven
my n*ggas gon’ box you ass up like a present
me and young marlo are trapping in the field
doing drills for the n*ggas who thought they was up
glocks in our tummies, you know that is [?]
a n*gga 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 the 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga mad ’cause he seen that i flex
diamonds my wrist, b*tch, it’s all on my neck
run up on me and i’m spreaking that tec
look at my diamonds, this sh*t pretty wet
i got a deal, so i’m getting this bag
hate on young marlo, i’m up all this cash
f*cking your b*tch, she throwing it back
f*cking your b*tch and she throwing it back
look at my diamonds, they f*ck with my dripping
i’m getting my money, no time for a b*tch
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 b*tch 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, b*tch, 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, b*tch, i might need me a granny
i take my time, b*tch, i be f*cking your [?]
lil’ drip youngin but i’m white like a xanny
my money long, start popping my f*nny
no second guessing, they ain’t asking no candy
no second guessing and they ain’t asking no candy, huh?

- ysn flow lyrics

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