Myles Garrett YSN Flow

Run it up I’m never running it back

Run it up I’m never running it back
Myles Garret bitch I stay with a sack
John Cena you can’t see when I’m strapped
But if I up it I ain’t pullin it back
I go to war for my dowgs like I’m Mike Vick
Catch a bullet if we throw a pass
I like my ex bitch
Cuz I thought she was golden but found out the treasure was trash

Hold up let’s switch a lil minute we pull up in Benz’s and all of the windows is tinted
Hop out the 4 door they know that I’m smoking on good dope and my fragrance marijuana sinning
I got a bitch who act bouji she probably won’t rock it if it ain’t designer that’s printed
Mama told me that you friends not you friend back then I ain’t get it I’m starting to get it
Start to the finish don’t give a fuck if shit move like a turtle I bet I ain’t quitting

I ran it up your ass got stuck
Know you ain’t hate me you hate that we different
She say she love me but she say I’m toxic that’s probably why I smoke drugs when I’m pissed
Her n**** nauseous she say I’m hot shit that’s probably why in the booth I be sizzlin’

Only three years in the game ain’t tripping on fame designer the cars or the chains
I do this shit for my family but if they all fail I feel like I’m the one to blame
My choppers know I won’t tell put weed on the scale but my uncle fucking with Caine
When I go cop me that big body don’t bring your bitch by me cuz I won’t stay in my lane