Last Friday Night?

Diamonds they boxing they hitting on tekken shit
When I walk in the room bitches breaking they neck and shit
Stomp on the kitty wreck it Ralph we wrecking shit
Brodie pull and press like he still at the rec and shit
She wanna break up cause I don't take her serious
I be running red lights dick her down on her period
After I nut she gone leave period
We can't start a family this ain't fast and furious

Bro nem ain't touching money pockets full a Lint
Don't ask me for shit it ain't nun I can lend
Her text longer then scriptures I left her on sent
And I only fuck with her when her back is bent
We gone pull up and fye you ass I feel like Brent
I'm mismatching designer fit Gucci and Rick
I'm leaving these niggas sick
How the fuck that's yo hoe she put clit on the clique
Boy I'm sum like a tic tac I'm fresh off a lick
We pull up and shoot clips like we filming a skit
Send a hoe for the drop cause he think with his dick
Hoe don't tell me you love me I don't give a shit
Pussy number nine jeans cost your rent
Pussy we camp out at your house in a tent
Pussy 556's gone bust out the stick
Pussy on her knees like she tryna repent
You niggas weirdos y'all ain't getting cudy
She lied to her nigga hoe said that she don't love me
How the fuck you a plug and you still broke and bummy
Wrap em like a mummy these niggas is so funny
These niggas bitches and pussy like cat dog
Stay with some white goons like I'm in a frat dog
We spin in the scat ain't no need for the mask dog
We gone pull and splat we don't care where you at dog
Ain't no need to be robin im living like Bruce Wayne
They deported my hoe sent her ass back to Ukraine
He gone bolt when he see me boy faster than Usain
Valedictorian girl I need good brain
Big Lamborghini urus trucking
This glock is a virgin ain't nothing to bust it
Let the opps in this bitch them niggas ain't on nothing
Now the gang worldwide boy we big time rushing
Boy I'm the shit I think everyone knows
Porn star shit I fuck all of these hoes
Can't pick and choose I got all of these flows
As real as it gets I can't change on my bro's
My money stack taller than Donny
He feel in love with a opp boy who is you John B
Off a perc and some red now I feel like a zombie
She tryna eat on my meat like salami

Diamonds they boxing they hitting on tekken shit
When I walk in the room bitches breaking they neck and shit
Stomp on the kitty wreck it Ralph we wrecking shit
Brodie pull and press like he still at the rec and shit
She wanna break up cause I don't take her serious
I be running red lights dick her down on her period
After I nut she gone leave period
We can't start a family this ain't fast and furious

These buffies to dark they gone fuck up my vision
He don't trust nobody yea nigga we get it
Eight of wok in my cup don't even ask what I'm sipping
I posted a hoe my bitch texting me livid
But honestly you need to get out her feelings
This a srt what the fuck is a civic
One talk about love and than shawty I'm dipping
Cause bitch you don't love me I know that you tripping
Mention me in a song than start looking for coffins
Put a bag on his head yea his soul up for auction
Don't pass me the sticky one hit and I'm nauseous
Brodie pass me the blicky best proceed with caution
I got two twin glockies this Newton and Cam
My hoes bestfriends they like Carly and Sam
He think he slick he sneak dissed on the gram
He won't get off the line if this glock don't jam
Bitch I'm off a addy I'm rolling I'm too turnt
I been making hits way before I made shooter
Last Friday night I was tryna make u burn
Wet gone wet up the block than out make a U-turn
Ain't no man to man catch him running we blitzing
He's not fan cause his bitch send me kisses
No he's not a fan I'm knee deep in his misses
She ate me up she said Eli delicious



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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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