ysn flow – do it again (original) lyrics
[chorus: ysn flow]
i’m tryna run up them bands, give that to my friends
so i can go do it again
i come from where you don’t win
finally won, but scared i’ma lose it again
f+ck on his b+tch, send her back to her n+gga
she hittin’ my phone tryna do it again
hammy downs was all i rocked
i ain’t have no guap, no, i can’t go through it again
[verse 1: ysn flow]
i got on gucci, this ain’t even drip, my n+gga
don’t you see i’m rich, my n+gga?
you got a glock but a b+tch, my n+gga
you ain’t ever hit no n+gga
he talkin’ hot, i guess he wanna get lit, my n+gga
28 in my clip, my n+gga
shout out my jeweler, my neck look like p+ss, my n+gga
that’s why b+tches pick a n+gga
i’m tryna hold up my fist with rolex my wrist
and every diamond on it hit
look how i’m holdin’ my stick
i’m ready to blitz and put a n+gga on his sh+t
super hot, i know i’m lit, remember when i wasn’t sh+t
now everybody want a pic, everybody on my d+ck
these n+ggas switchin’ sides
if he flippin’ sides then we flippin’ his whip
f+ck it, ballin’ hard, i need a bucket, makin’ money, b+tch, i love it
these b+tches be f+ckin’, that’s why i can’t do the lovin’
and that’s why i can’t do the trustin’, i f+cked then i’m dubbin’
mama, i’m hot as an oven and all these b+tches tryna touch it
look how i’m comin’, walk in the room and i’m bussin’
ain’t even f+ck and she cummin’
[chorus]
i’m tryna run up them bands, give that to my friends
so i can go do it again
i come from where you don’t win
finally won, but scared i’ma lose it again
f+ck on his b+tch, send her back to her n+gga
she hittin’ my phone tryna do it again
hammy downs was all i rocked
i ain’t have no guap, no, i can’t go through it again
[verse 2]
my n+ggas gon’ go and get it, no excuses
regardless if they lose it, get back up then get straight to it
he got a choppa, won’t use it
big glock, red dot, let’s shoot sh+t
b+tch, i’m too lit, they can’t do this
we piped up, f+ck that cool sh+t
they on my d+ck ’cause they on my new sh+t
bad b+tch ratchet, know she from cleveland
we gon’ f+ck that sack up on the weekend
every day 20k what i bring in
i was hustlin’, down in that deep in
thought i told you i don’t give a f+ck
i’ma roll my blunt, stinky, i’m smokin’ on skunk
b+tch, i keep my guns
top off, [?], too lit, b+tch, we pop for real
my bro came with…
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