YSN Flow - Blow My High

(zay, 98)

{pre chorus: rocco}
Bae don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high)
Just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line ?
I’m balenciaga dripping i need racks inside
On full pockets my jeans (oh-woah)
Light a blunt filled with my weed
I stand with steppas all in my team

{hook: ysn flow & rocco}
Please don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high rocco)
I do drugs that i need please don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high rocco)
I been praying on my knees please don’t blow my high (blow my high)
I been feeling like a feen, i mix percocets with the lean (percocets with the lean rocco)
I just ask that you please don’t blow my high

{verse: ysn flow}
Backwood with three five (three five)
Take one hit it make me feel alive
Close my eyes i see demons in my mind
I want revenge i’m thinking homicides
All the times they fooled me with the lies
All the times i watched my momma cry (yeah-yeah)
All the times a nigga coulda died
But these niggas never felt no hard times
Am i doing right or wrong life complicated
I’m only giving my bitch conversations (conversations)
Relate to the pain that a young nigga facing
I’m so sick of the losses but tryna stay patient (tryna stay patient)
Talks with devonta he say i’m gon’ make it
I do this shit for my family not greatness (greatness)
Used to lay down with no blanket
I still wake up and get faded, yeah

{pre chorus: rocco}
Bae don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high)
Just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line ?
I’m balenciaga dripping i need racks inside (racks inside)
On full pockets my jeans (ooh-woah)
Light a blunt filled with my weed
I stand with steppas all in my team

{hook: ysn flow & rocco}
Please don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high rocco)
I do drugs that i need please don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high rocco)
I been praying on my knees please don’t blow my high (blow my high rocco)
I been feeling like a feen, i mix percocets with the lean (percocets with the lean rocco)
I just ask that you please don’t blow my high

{verse: ysn flow}
Medication i abuse yeah
Backstabbers who i knew yeah
Fuck me over did me fool yeah
Turned me up and made me rude yeah
Alcohol inside the double cup
Same emotions i don’t really give a fuck
Get a bag get it gon’ make it double up
She know i got my stick i won’t knuckle up
This for the gang of soldiers
They gon’ judge us but don’t know us, yeah, yeah
I put my pain on this toaster, heat this bitch up if they close up, yeah, yeah
Gon’ put my mum in that rover one day i already told her, yeah, yeah
Have so much weight on my shoulders
Lord i can’t wait ‘till it’s over, yeah, yeah
Ain’t buying shit that they sell
I still get packs through the mail
Bro i don’t bail
Everyday fighting for freedom i pray he don’t go see a cell
He wake up pop a perky that’s a thirty
I reslly don’t know how my big brother fell
But i just pray that he heal from all of the shit
That he go through that he never tell

{outro: rocco}
Bae don’t blow my high (don’t blow my high)
Just know we not on good terms, so why’d you hit my line ?
I’m balenciaga dripping i need racks inside (racks inside)
On full pockets my jeans (ooh-woah)
Light a blunt filled with my weed
I stand with steppas all in my team