F R I E N D S

Aye, aye, aye
A&R shit

Bitch tryna get in the way
Who gives a fuck about waves
Pulled up in new wraith
Post Malone all on da stage
No goofys, no fakes
I only fucking wit Ks
Fucked up and catch a case
Toning away wit a face
Yelling rockstar behave
But I do not take up with says

I want a bitch who gon' love me
Sitting around coutin' money
No ns above me
Got a problem better scuff me
If not why you bubbly
Most you bitches been oofin'
I know ya'll ns is goofin'
I cannot fuck wit ya'll
Cuz that ain't my movement
Turnt off the cookies you'll lose me
Liking my bitches in two piece

If you do not like me, then tool me
Shot to the head call me Luci
I can not deal with a pussy, But I can still handle the pussy
Give me the bag and I'll pull the Goyard bag, buying Louis
Aye lil bro listen to me
YBN naw this Juicy
She wanna real one
Not goofy
In my DMs tryna sooth me

Ride in a bust dressin' sweet
Bust down in a seat
A&R with the heat
Ouu callin out for a feat
Hit me up with no B's, no gang but fuck C's
She less than a couple of threes
Skelies my closet don't wanna be free

Bitch wanna fuck for the name
I'm the new Kurt Cobain
Ride in the bust rubbin paint
Killing u ns wit rage
0 keep me insane
She wanna love me for pain
Breaking these hearts purple rain
Purple my garment and pain
I can not do it the same
A&R handling fake

Most of ya'll bitches is ass
Most of ya'll ns is trash
She wanna ride in a bust
Got the Bentley and we crashed
That's what I'm thinking about
Fuck u ns I'm high class
We still be zooted
But we don't even use the gas

I don't have friends I got groupies
Most of ya'll wanna be Uzis
Most of y'all bitches assume me
I miss the A.R. up on me
Cannot waste time with the movies
Rather keep rapping with Groovy
That is my na fuck Ruffies
I'ma end up buying Louis
Roll off the white and the Gucci
I'm mad max try to sue me

I just be fucking hoes in the trap
My genre is not rap, it's rape
I ain't no hero bitch, I don't wear no fucking cape
I'm here to make my escape
I am here for my revenge
To the devil where my soul is sent (aye)
I'm like Katara, I waterbend
I get the bands, I'll break yo hand
I'll shoot yo man
Your hoe all over me like god damn
Russ's music reminds me of a trash can
Too many bands to spend
I'm too good to end
I'm too good to lend, I'm too good to send (aye)
You just a broke bitch
I don't fuck with no snitch
Suck my dick bitch, you just gay bitch
I'm on all that homo no gay shit
Shout out my bros like Deon and Robo
Yes, even Ray, he ain't gay
Shoutout Antwone and Cornelius
Bitch I'm a lyrical genius
You can suck my penis

Hold up, hold up, hold up
Cut the beat
I don't know what the fuck this shit was, but this shit was ass my na
Hell nah na
Don't fuck up Friends like that my B