paroles de chanson Blast Off (feat. Justin Rarri) - YSN Flow

Ayy, uh

They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
Oh, fuck, I'm finna blow
Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off
Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw
Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw

They talk about your losses, but won't talk about your gains, no
Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no
When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go
I remember I was happy, now I just think, "Where them days go?"
I can't stress about no bitch, they bring me drama, not no commas
Think I'm not stressin' 'cause I'm
Rich, got too much money, that's my problem
Me and fake niggas just don't click, and if I see him, I'ma rob him
And bitch, I'm fresh up out them bricks,
So I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah
He got a problem, we got choppers, 7.62's
I got money, now they tryna find out what I'm into
That fame will make some niggas change, I told 'em move around
Heard they tryna do me for some clout,
That's why I step out with them goons around

They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
Oh, fuck, I'm finna blow
Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off
Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw
Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw

Tell a bitch I'm serious, causin' all these money problems
Better act like she ain't eatin' up,
Why you think she stuck in my condo?
Say she actin' like a fiend, finna blow up, my little Obama
I'ma just let out all this cream in
Her throat, I got that head in a Mercedes
She tryna go half on a baby
Yeah, I got a whole lotta demons
Stackin' these hundreds, it look like I'm readin'
Tell the bitch that I love her, but no, I ain't mean it
Too raw for a bitch, I admit it
Talkin' money, finna set up a meeting
Bodies droppin', know my little nigga did it
Two shots of that Henny, she sippin', yeah
Oh damn, they hatin', though
Bitch, before the bag, I upped my swag, know I'm takin' off
And she suckin' dick, even though she bad, she take it all
Bitch, I swipe my card, don't check no tag, I'm skatin' off
Pull out a blick and embarrass 'em

They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
Oh, fuck, I'm finna blow
Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off
Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw
Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw