Friends

Got off on a Thursday, looking like a weekend with my friends
Feeling kind of thirsty, drinks on drinks on drinks don't end
Champagne Papi popping prolly call me up
Signing to the six, I guess it's what I want

Got off on a Friday driving down the highway with my friends
Gonna take a vaca stay away from all that nonsense
Champagne Papi popping prolly call me up
Signing to the six, I guess it's what I want

What you wanna know about me
What you wanna know about me
I don't wanna hear a single sound that you say
Wait, I'm hanging with the team
Everybody hopping
Got a new whip and you know we got it dropping
Mary Jane, merry me, morning missus Poppins
How ya doing, gee great, thanks for the options
Roll a blunt with the homie Soz
You know he been cooking with the sauce
Frankie baby eating red hot
Always got sriracha in the spot

I just came to party motherfucker what you think
I don't have no F.O.M.O. I can't even fucking blink

Got a good cause and I'm really gonna get it
Bringing up the whole squad lemme get a minute
Hours turned to days and the weeks turned years
But I'm still here and I'm still smoking on the spinach
Seeker like quidditch and my goons got the bats
Beating down bludgers hi hats boom bap
People ask me if I rap you don't know I do this
Big flex, dick out like a nudist

Got off on a Thursday, looking like a weekend with my friends
Feeling kind of thirsty, drinks on drinks on drinks don't end
Champagne Papi popping prolly call me up
Signing to the six, I guess it's what I want

Got off on a Friday driving down the highway with my friends
Gonna take a vaca stay away from all that nonsense
Champagne Papi popping prolly call me up
Signing to the six, I guess it's what I want

Got off on a Thursday, looking like a weekend with my friends
Feeling kind of thirsty, drinks on drinks on drinks don't end
Champagne Papi popping prolly call me up
Signing to the six, I guess it's what I want



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Archimowitz
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