lirik lagu ysn flow - make money not friends
[intro]
l462, gang
(k!ll that beat, cam)
[verse 1]
they don’t know you, they tryna throw you under a mission
sippin’ codeine, i love to see it bubble
if i spin, just know i made back double
keep a bankroll on me, that’s why b~tches love me
my n~ggas clutchin’, that’s why they ain’t touch them
my n~ggas with it, that’s why they bussin’
heart of a lion, pops told me, “you gotta fight”
that’s what it’s like on the jungle
but this what it’s like when you up, b~tch, you gotta clutch
’cause f~ck n~ggas tryna run up
i had [?] on the [?], down in the mud
’cause everybody tryna come up
baby girl know i’m a thug but she fell in love
and my love f~ckin’ her up
she know i don’t want no hugs, i want me some drugs
i just pour a line on my cup
new b~tches, all in my dm’s so if my b~tch lеaves
it’s okay, i been linin’ them up
i got some siblings, i don’t gеt to seein’ ’em
they stuck in the struggle, i gotta come up
f~ckin’ on his bm, now lil’ n~gga pump
like he seein’ my top shotta boxin’ him up
that boy a b~tch, i can’t be him
he flexin’ that sh~t but that f~ck boy ain’t poppin’ it up
[chorus]
if we spin down his block, leave it red
hundred shottas, hundred glocks, b~tch, we poppin’ his head
we ain’t gon’ talk to the feds, n~ggas know snitches get stitches
that sh~t been a [?], i can’t let her get in my head
she tryna f~ck up my grind, i’m just tryna f~ck up her bed
‘member they left me for dead
that’s why i’m tryna make money, not tryna make friends
[verse 2]
i want the sack ’cause i never had it
we was all playin’ sports, we ain’t think about pateks
put the push start in sport, b~tch, you know dash it
livin’ fast, momma prayin’ that i ain’t crash it
fifty drum, lemon squeeze like a automatic
when you never had nothin’ you learn to stack it
used to walk in the school with it in my jacket
’cause i know i got oppositions, i ain’t lackin’
catch his ass walkin’ home from school, we walk him down
d.o.a., [?]
i can’t name a n~gga i gave a f~ck about
i got no love, let me get you the around and around
momma ain’t havin’ no job, they ain’t give me no call
now they all call ’cause i ball
young n~gga and i feel like i been through the most
but no, i ain’t been through it all
[chorus]
if we spin down his block, leave it red
hundred shottas, hundred glocks, b~tch, we poppin’ his head
we ain’t gon’ talk to the feds, n~ggas know snitches get stitches
that sh~t been a [?], i can’t let her get in my head
she tryna f~ck up my grind, i’m just tryna f~ck up her bed
‘member they left me for dead
that’s why i’m tryna make money, not tryna make friends
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