YSN Flow - Myles Garrett lyrics

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

Let me apologize to the industry
Cuz the hottest youngin’ back
I took a break from this rap shit n ain’t
Pass me up nah these n getting lapped
And know we making money
Smoking marijuana really
Could give a fuck bout these traps
But, I know I’m blessed if I come up I
Won’t lose it but promise I’m giving it back

To all the guys showing love to fans
As they all told me I can’t
And for the fam gon keep on running
Up them bands tryna explain my advance
I made a tran ain't keeping track of what I
Spend I blow it and get it again
Don’t spend
Don’t spend what mama keep telling me
Mama I want some revenge

Everyday it’s Givenchy and Polo
You put on drip just to take you a photo
He tried to dap me up I do not know bro
N try stop me again that’s a no go
Fuck it we hop on his ass like a pogo
Step with the gang only going where bro go

I fell in love with the drugs
My bitch hate when I’m
High I get high when my temper get low low
I know she cheatin that’s why
I got thot bitches
Eating the fuck do you think I’m a bozo

My baby spoiled she only know
The word yes throw
A tantrum if I tell her no no
Hotbox the 4 door but n already know
Smoke exotic ain’t smoking dro dro
Ain’t really bout it he do it for social
Media post it get shot like a photo

She tryna rush me bitch I’m coming
I was just musty talking bummin
I’m buying more jeans for the summer and
Under Amiri Tee’s where I tuck it
I run up more cheese I ain’t bluffin
I met some more hoes I ain’t cuffin
My n blow smoke when it’s something
Them n post polls that ain’t nothing