YSN Flow - Blow It All (feat. Osibih)

Lyrics

She tryna fuck on the kitchen
Only way that we fuck, 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 fuck on the kitchen
Only way that we fuck, 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 pussy
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 camе without no laces
I see they showin' love to thе 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 fuck on the kitchen
Only way that we fuck, 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 pussy
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 nigga don't need it
Fuck the plain jane, bitch, I need my shit flooded
Bag chasin', overloaded on luggage
2020 whip, I don't need to touch it
Just push the button and this bitch get to runnin'
This bitch get to runnin', I pull out the choppa, you runnin'
That's not your bitch if you know that we fuckin'
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 fuck on the kitchen
Only way that we fuck, 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 pussy
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