Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blast Off, artist - YSN Flow. Album song Flow $ZN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Blast Off |
| 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 |