Bestie Drip

We ain't fucking with you hoes
Outfits ain't even in stores
Fresh off the runway, pose
My bestie, Mi ammo

Most of them taking shots
None of them be killing shit
Lamborghini pink drop-top
Matching G's, we twins and shit
Tyson ICE, our pieces hit
Got 380's with pink grips
Wrapped in my bun, extra clips

We ain't fucking with you hoes
Outfits ain't even in stores
Lift up the suicide doors
My bestie, Mi amor

Blowing smoke from the tip
Killing shit, no evidence
Birkin bags, pink ostrich
FILLED with stacks, thick as bricks
Driver seat, I'm thick's as shit
Passenger, my main bitch
Dollar Signs, dawg, Richie rich
Respect our conglomerate

We ain't fucking with you hoes
Outfit ain't even in stores
Got ours but we will spend yours
My bestie, Mi amor

Private jets, G5's and 6
Me llamo is I'm that bitch
Chanel bangs on my wigs
Sleeping in queen palaces
Under us, princesses
Catching tans somewhere tropic
Bestie drip, please don't slip
You want smoke, we're well equipped

You want smoke, here hit this
2 black cards, we're gothic
Reginas, your Gretchen
Here with us, you can't sit
Champagne ice, takes a sip
Fenty gloss on our lips
Dimes or 9's, take your pick
High like our tax bracket

We ain't fucking with you hoes
The BEST, from head to toe
You know how it goes
My bestie, Mi amor

Most of them taking shots
None of them be killing shit
Most of them taking shots
None of them be killing shit
Most of them taking shots
None of them be killing shit

Most of them taking shots
Wrapped in my bun, extra clips
We ain't fucking with you hoes
Outfits ain't even in stores
Leaving jaws on the floor
My bestie, Mi amor

Most of them taking shots
None of them be killing shit
Most of them taking shots
None of them be killing shit
Most of them taking shots
None of them be killing shit
Most of them taking shots
You want smoke, we're well equipped
Bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Parker
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