Pop* YSN Flow (Ft. YSN Jayo, YSN Marlo & YSN Ourt)

[Intro: YSN Flow]
Why is everything chrome?
Ayy, ayy, bitch

[Verse 1: YSN Flow]
I came from that A, nigga, that was my session
And I'ma spin down with that Glock Smith & Wesson
Nigga play dummy then I send him to Heaven
My niggas gon' creep like we double-o seven
I been doing drill since I was like eleven
My niggas gon' box you ass up like a present
Me and Young Marlo are trapping in the field
Doing drills for the niggas who thought they was up
Glocks in our tummies, you know that is tucked
If a nigga play crazy, we send his ass up
Choppas gon' bang, spin 'round his block, let it rain
Never be tucking my chain, I came out the rain
And now I got change, I never gon' change on my blood, on my gang

[Verse 2: YSN Ourt]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I keep the tool, so you know I ain't streesing
Pockets they [?]
I'm thanking God, He keep giving me blessing
Smoking on opp pack, we sent them to Heaven
My niggas trapping, might serve up to reverence
Ain't signing deals, that's the figures or seven
Hit 'em three five, you would think I was Kevin
My niggas come G state where we [?] on
Bodies they laying, ain't no tracking who left 'em
No DNA but they know that we strech 'em
They call a medic but they couldn't help 'em
Came with the drip, better watch how you stepping