Her Friend

Yo Aw fuck it's you Why the fuck are you calling me I blocked your number for a reason Hell Nah we ain't getting back together what the fuck Nah man I'm too busy for this Fuck you Two hoes in my bed Always gonna top two hoes in the backseat Said she wanna give me head Pull up to the crib like girl you trippin' Like say it again You out of your head she a four not a ten She be calling my phone and I'm pressing ignore 'cause I'm fucking her friend I got bars like a muthafucking jail cell Know the ins and the outs that's intel If a shordy fuckin' on me Imma but her Chanel Pop another pill then I'm goin' straight to hell If I don't have racks Imma still have all my hoes They don't want me for the money but they know I make it snow I throw money on the table like we playing poker She a freaky little bitch tellin' me to choke her I want Lambos, Rarris, Rovers I made good songs yours mediocre I make bank they be callin' me a broker She asked me for cash I don't even know her Got a dart in the mouth when I'm racing They be pullin' up sayin' whats bracking Ay, yo, yo, pause Lemme hit that I be vibing at a hunnid with them aces All my choppas they all got they own cases All my Roleys they all got they own faces I like cute bitches ones with the braces In the coupe and you know I'm speed racing Rich like I got a private education Two hoes in my bed Always gonna top two hoes in the backseat Said she wanna give me head Pull up to the crib like girl you tripping Like say it again You out of your head she a four not a ten She be calling my phone and I'm pressing ignore 'cause I'm fucking her friend Keep tryna pass me Imma work harder Running to the bag like a long-lost father Chasing the fame Imma go even farther Don't look at me like I'm gon fuck it up Chase me a bag I want my numbers up Had too many teas and he threw 'em all up Bag on her head if I'm even gon fuck When I'm in the streets you know I keep it tucked I don't blow my racks on dumb shit Love isn't cheap but this ain't a love song Left her on read man I did a bitch dead wrong In love with the racks so I made it my first song I don't want no clout but that shit wouldn't hurt Smokin' weed like religion the bong is the church When I'm big I need Prada and Louis V shirts I think I can say that kinda came from the dirt Go through my photos I'm missing my squad Swanee be showing the shit that he bought I'm feelin' sad but my feelings are flawed I need 'em fixed so I'm prayin' on god Not tryna be sinful but breakin' the law Have mercy on me and the rest of my squad A gram to himself and he's lookin' so gone A real-life stoner his lungs real strong Two hoes in my bed Always gonna top two hoes in the backseat Said she wanna give me head Pull up to the crib like girl you tripping Like say it again You out of your head she a four not a ten She be calling my phone and I'm pressin' ignore 'cause I'm fucking her friend