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ybs skola - flood lyrics

[intro]
(king midas)
flood out my wrist and bustdown
you can’t touch me, i’m cashed out
all+black, my truck is blacked out (can’t touch this)
we made it from the trap house
flood out my wrist and bustdown
you can’t touch me, i’m cashed out (can’t touch this)
all+black, my truck is blacked out
we made it from the trap house

[verse 1]
took the pint out the freezer, it wasn’t frozen
i’m blowin’ exotic, i’m high, i keep steady chokin’
tuck the bl!ck like a vet and they see it pokin’
n+ggas broke as a joke and they still jokin’
i’m ahead of these n+ggas on every level
don’t even f+ck with the band, just bust the bezel
had a presi’ before i even started rappin’
used to cut off a nut, we was really zappin’, huh
glad i ain’t gotta post up in the hood if i don’t want no more ’cause the phone gon’ bang
whole lot of young n+ggas gettin’ to the money, put it all on the line, we is not no gang (nope)
i’m just tryna run it up, summertime comin’ up, i’ll look good in a new mulsanne (skrrt)
she just got her body done, still ain’t got no sense, dumb+ass b+tch should’ve bought a new brain (idiot)

[chorus]
stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks, i’m blowin’ them things (racks)
screamin’, shakin’, shiverin’, sh+t, she had to came (god)
used to send all the plays to my man when they came for the blow, ’cause i had the ‘caine
i wouldn’t probably go hard as i go when i go if i never experienced the pain
[interlude]
flood out my wrist and bustdown
you can’t touch me, i’m cashed out
all+black, my truck is blacked out (can’t touch this)
we made it from the trap house
flood out my wrist and bustdown
you can’t touch me, i’m cashed out (can’t touch this)
all+black, my truck is blacked out
we made it from the trap house

[verse 2]
n+ggas softer than pablo and hittin’ fluffy
i know just what to do, make them b+tches love me
i done turned up the trap when it’s gettin’ ugly
slowed down sippin’ that lean ’cause i’m gettin’ chubby
take the shovel and bury that sh+t deep, deep
wipe it off when she done, she a neat freak
i got whities that pull off in deep creek
spend they money, then pull off like, “beep, beep,” huh
middle of the month or the first through the third
still wake up, gettin’ it the same old way
never had a job, i was always charged
i was duckin’ them laws, waitin’ on my play
straight to the telly, put d+ck in her belly
i ain’t lettin’ no freak b+tch know where i stay
i ain’t gotta say sh+t, i ain’t gotta pay sh+t
one of them ones, i’ma have my way, uh
[chorus]
stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks, i’m blowin’ them things
screamin’, shakin’, shiverin’, sh+t, she had to came
used to send all the plays to my man when they came for the blow, ’cause i had the ‘caine
i wouldn’t probably go hard as i go when i go if i never experienced the pain

- ybs skola lyrics

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