Blast Off - YSN Flow, Justin Rarri

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