Lyrics Do It Again – YSN Flow feat. Doe Boy
I’m tryna run up them bands, give that to my friends
So I can go do it again
I come from where you don’t win
Finally won, but scared I’ma lose it again
F**k on his b**ch, send her back to her n**ga
She hittin’ my phone tryna do it again
Hammy downs was all I rocked
I ain’t have no guap, no, I can’t go through it again
I’ma f**k on her friend, I hit two h*es in the Benz
I got some killers that can’t be on camera
Play and they shoot like a lense
Ice on my body, I’m drippin’ water
I wash away all my sins
Run up on Doe, that’s a no go
You will end up on the flow like YSN
He never caught no bodies
Why you let him run with ya gang
Why he in You thought I was sweet, n**ga, try again
Slid a hour ago, tell them slide again
Try the band Gods, they drummin’
Yeah, them chopsticks look like violins
Still screamin’, f**k your dead homie
We’ll dig him up, he could die again, b**ch
Snuck in the club and I came wit a blick
Came in with her man, left with my deeck
60K I Patek my wrist
Hundreds shots, I protect my s**t
I’m tryna hit a n**ga, I don’t shoot in the wind
My lil’ stepper caught a body and he ready to do it again
I’m tryna run up them bands, give that to my friends
So I can go do it again
I come from where you don’t win
Finally won, but scared I’ma lose it again
F**k on his b**ch, send her back to her n**ga
She hittin’ my phone tryna do it again
Hammy downs was all I rocked
I ain’t have no guap, no, I can’t go through it again
I got on Gucci, this ain’t even drip, my n**ga
Don’t you see I’m rich, my n**ga
You got a Glock but a b**ch, my n**ga
You ain’t ever hit no n**ga
He talkin’ hot, I guess he wanna get lit, my n**ga
28 in my clip, my n**ga
Shout out my jeweler, my neck look like piss, my n**ga
That’s why b**ches pick a n**ga
I’m tryna hold up my fist with Rolex my wrist
And every diamond on it hit
Look how I’m holdin’ my stick
I’m ready to blitz and put a n**ga on his s**t
Super hot, I know I’m lit, remember when I wasn’t s**t
Now everybody want a pic, everybody on my deeck
These n**gas switchin’ sides
If he flippin’ sides then we flippin’ his whip
F**k it, ballin’ hard, I need a bucket, makin’ money, b**ch, I love it
These b**ches be f**kin’, that’s why I can’t do the lovin’
And that’s why I can’t do the trustin’, I f**ked then I’m dubbin’
Mama, I’m hot as an oven and all these b**ches tryna touch it
Look how I’m comin’, walk in the room and I’m bussin’
Ain’t even f**k and she cummin’
I’m tryna run up them bands, give that to my friends
So I can go do it again
I come from where you don’t win
Finally won, but scared I’ma lose it again
F**k on his b**ch, send her back to her n**ga
She hittin’ my phone tryna do it again
Hammy downs was all I rocked
I ain’t have no guap, no, I can’t go through it again…
➤ Written by Doe Boy & YSN Flow
Produced by Youngernextlife & TheKid
YSN Flow | Doe Boy | 2021
