Friendzone (feat. Seddy Hendrinx)
Yeah (Yeah)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Zone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
We could be friends, I'm countin' these bands in the 600 Benz (Benz)
Where was you whеn I ain't have no M's?
Where was you whеn I ain't have no friends?
Niggas hate when they see him (See him)
I get money from AM to PM (PM)
Nigga think that I'm fuckin' his BM
I probably don't even be checkin' her DM (Nah)
I only make time for playtime
I don't waste time on FaceTime (Huh)
I ain't on my time or your time
To be in love takes times (Time)
I ain't with the friendly shit
I'd rather be at the dealership where the bank vibe (Skrr)
Put a bitch in the friendzone (Zone)
Now she mad 'cause I'm bringin' them M's home, yeah
These niggas they know I be drippin' of course
And they ask where I shop, get their drip from the boy (Drip)
I be writtin' these niggas hits, but I get hits sent, like they wrote for the boy
She wanna get in the endzone, put the bitch in the friendzone (Yeah)
All these diamonds is factory, just like a car with no rims on (Huh) Yeah (Yeah, No cap)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Zone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Yeah, Huh)
Right playin' the wrong nigga
You tried to play me, bitch, like, "What the fuck wrong with you?"
Three fire the blunt, yeah, I'm high
They do whatever to get on this ride
Lean on them ropes, they gon' feel you
I'm here tryna tell you these bitches be lyin'
Show all your work, Perc', like they were tryin'
Bitch can't get a Birk' purse, not in our line
Tell me just what it hit for?
Roger that, I like that tenfold
Gettin' off work by three or four
She be sellin' that pussy through Venmo
I ain't goin' back and forth, that's somethin' you know
Wanna leave? You can leave, ho, hit that door
Gotta let go, can't fuck up my tempo
Where was you when my bed it was on the floor? Yeah
Gotta let go, can't fuck up my tempo
Where was you when my bed it was on the floor?
Ran them racks up too high, now I got more
Gotta let go, can't fuck up my tempo
Where was you when my bed it was on the floor?
Ran them racks up too high, now I got more (Mm, mm-mm)
Yeah (Yeah)
Girl, you don't know what you in for (What you in for, oh-oh)
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Zone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (In the friendzone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Up my tempo, oh-oh)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Friendzone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Zone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
We could be friends, I'm countin' these bands in the 600 Benz (Benz)
Where was you whеn I ain't have no M's?
Where was you whеn I ain't have no friends?
Niggas hate when they see him (See him)
I get money from AM to PM (PM)
Nigga think that I'm fuckin' his BM
I probably don't even be checkin' her DM (Nah)
I only make time for playtime
I don't waste time on FaceTime (Huh)
I ain't on my time or your time
To be in love takes times (Time)
I ain't with the friendly shit
I'd rather be at the dealership where the bank vibe (Skrr)
Put a bitch in the friendzone (Zone)
Now she mad 'cause I'm bringin' them M's home, yeah
These niggas they know I be drippin' of course
And they ask where I shop, get their drip from the boy (Drip)
I be writtin' these niggas hits, but I get hits sent, like they wrote for the boy
She wanna get in the endzone, put the bitch in the friendzone (Yeah)
All these diamonds is factory, just like a car with no rims on (Huh) Yeah (Yeah, No cap)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Zone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Yeah, Huh)
Right playin' the wrong nigga
You tried to play me, bitch, like, "What the fuck wrong with you?"
Three fire the blunt, yeah, I'm high
They do whatever to get on this ride
Lean on them ropes, they gon' feel you
I'm here tryna tell you these bitches be lyin'
Show all your work, Perc', like they were tryin'
Bitch can't get a Birk' purse, not in our line
Tell me just what it hit for?
Roger that, I like that tenfold
Gettin' off work by three or four
She be sellin' that pussy through Venmo
I ain't goin' back and forth, that's somethin' you know
Wanna leave? You can leave, ho, hit that door
Gotta let go, can't fuck up my tempo
Where was you when my bed it was on the floor? Yeah
Gotta let go, can't fuck up my tempo
Where was you when my bed it was on the floor?
Ran them racks up too high, now I got more
Gotta let go, can't fuck up my tempo
Where was you when my bed it was on the floor?
Ran them racks up too high, now I got more (Mm, mm-mm)
Yeah (Yeah)
Girl, you don't know what you in for (What you in for, oh-oh)
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Zone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (In the friendzone)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Up my tempo, oh-oh)
Girl, you don't know what you in for
Can't let you fuck up my tempo, put a bad bitch in the friendzone, yeah (Friendzone)
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Parker, Jordan Holt-may, Julian Mason, Paul Cabbin, Kelton Lanier Scott, Sedrick Burden
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