YSN Flow - See Me Now (Bring It Out)** lyrics

[Chorus] Still in my ho things but my ho thinks that I need her, yeah Big racks, ain't no price check when we buy designers, swipe the Visa, yeah I can't fu*k with no Plain Jane, all my diamonds be blinding out Rich ni**a on the same thing, all these ni**as wanna see me now Uh, choppa that [?] now I make me a milli' but I don't think money can cut all my demons out I had me a dream that I'm finally famous, don't think that I'm dreaming now And my b*tch know she fu*king with a freak, tell her come and su*k my semen now ni**as don't think I'm a gangster because I'm a youngin just wait 'til I bring it out [Verse 1] Really 'bout sh*t that I sing about Trappy got a Glock, boaw-boaw, shake his body like it's [?] now Iced out, neck freezing now, he's too fake, lеave him out One thing that my momma hate is, I lovе drugs I need to double my [?] Can't forget I sold drugs, in school have Kobe in my coat Remember watching from the bleachers But now I ball with no coach And them ni**as ain't helped me out, remember I lost my hope Now them ni**as tryna come around 'cause I'm [?] [Chorus] Still in my ho things but my ho thinks that I need her, yeah Big racks, ain't no price check when we buy designers, swipe the Visa, yeah I can't fu*k with no Plain Jane, all my diamonds be blinding out Rich ni**a on the same thing, all these ni**as wanna see me now Uh, choppa that [?] now I make me a milli' but I don't think money can cut all my demons out I had me a dream that I'm finally famous, don't think that I'm dreaming now And my b*tch know she fu*king with a freak, tell her come and su*k my semen now ni**as don't think I'm a gangster because I'm a youngin just wait 'til I bring it out [Verse 2] Trappy in the back, got a strap in his lap If a ni**a try play then he letting it clap Told to promoter I'm bringing this Glock And he said that I can't [?], no cap Don't even need it, I'm missing to fighting You say some dumb, you'll prolly get whacked Don't run from no ni**as, wanna chase all them b*tches If you see me running, I'm chasing the check [?] first class, it's a fu*k it, I put all my bros in the jet Trappy could be a shooter in two different ways So you gotta stick to that math I could be stuck in my ways but I rather stick to a check 'Cause ni**as know I'm on this b*tch rapping the fu*k up I don't even gotta flex [Chorus] Still in my ho things but my ho thinks that I need her, yeah Big racks, ain't no price check when we buy designers, swipe the Visa, yeah I can't fu*k with no Plain Jane, all my diamonds be blinding out Rich ni**a on the same thing, all these ni**as wanna see me now Uh, choppa that [?] now I make me a milli' but I don't think money can cut all my demons out I had me a dream that I'm finally famous, don't think that I'm dreaming now And my b*tch know she fu*king with a freak, tell her come and su*k my semen now ni**as don't think I'm a gangster because I'm a youngin just wait 'til I bring it out