Friend Zone (Omw)
Hold up, and she friend zoning
Hold up, hold up, hold up, and she friend zoning
Hold up, hold up, hold up, and she friend zoning
Hold up, hold up, hold up, and she friend zoning
Hold up
Fuck
Baby I'm a real close friend, fuck
Baby, know you outside and in, fuck
Call me when it's half past ten, fuck
Baby, I know what time it is
You friends with me
Still call you over
Still bend on me
It's hardly over
Just pass the weed
Don't like you sober
You beg for me
I'm on my way over
Regretfully
I'm fucking on ya
No pressing me
Can't come up off her
I'm stretching cheese
Need my lasagna
No pressing me
You might be gone, bruh
Hold up
Nigga wanna play, oh no (Hold up) no
She know where I stay, oh no (Hold up) no
Say she on the way, oh no (Hold up) no
No more brighter days no more (Hold up) more
But I ran that up on the way and I got more
I got icy a la mode diamonds on me badly froze
Wash it down in acetone like "baby, you ain't gotta know"
But then again you broke the code
It wasn't meant to be this way
Keep my stick no altercate
I did not have no ultimatum
She gave the brain, she educating
I could do the presentation
Niggas choked, we gave em smoke
It's fucking with they respiration
And I don't know where Ima go
They all like "what's your destination?"
She stressing me
I'm bending corners
I'm tryna see
What do you ponder?
Come ride with me
I did the honors
She slide on me
I swing it on her
Regretfully
I'm fucking on ya
No pressing me
Can't come up off her
I'm stretching cheese
Need my lasagna
No pressing me
You might be gone, bruh
Fuck
Baby I'm a real close friend, fuck
Baby, know you outside and in, fuck
Call me when it's half past ten, fuck
Baby, I know what time it is
Every
Where I
Go she
Follow me
Every
Time I
Blow she
Swallow me
Every
Day I
Go get
Collard green
Every
Night at
Home she
Cry to sleep
(Hold up)
Fuck
Baby I'm a real close friend, fuck
Baby, know you outside and in, fuck
Call me when it's half past ten, fuck
Baby, I know what time it is
You friends with me
Still call you over
Still bend on me
It's hardly over
Just pass the weed
Don't like you sober
You beg for me
I'm on my way over
And you like you honest
And you moving on
It ain't no contest
Ain't gotta prove me wrong
It's on your conscience
Bitch, prove me wrong
Bitch, be honest
Hold up, hold up, hold up, and she friend zoning
Hold up, hold up, hold up, and she friend zoning
Hold up, hold up, hold up, and she friend zoning
Hold up
Fuck
Baby I'm a real close friend, fuck
Baby, know you outside and in, fuck
Call me when it's half past ten, fuck
Baby, I know what time it is
You friends with me
Still call you over
Still bend on me
It's hardly over
Just pass the weed
Don't like you sober
You beg for me
I'm on my way over
Regretfully
I'm fucking on ya
No pressing me
Can't come up off her
I'm stretching cheese
Need my lasagna
No pressing me
You might be gone, bruh
Hold up
Nigga wanna play, oh no (Hold up) no
She know where I stay, oh no (Hold up) no
Say she on the way, oh no (Hold up) no
No more brighter days no more (Hold up) more
But I ran that up on the way and I got more
I got icy a la mode diamonds on me badly froze
Wash it down in acetone like "baby, you ain't gotta know"
But then again you broke the code
It wasn't meant to be this way
Keep my stick no altercate
I did not have no ultimatum
She gave the brain, she educating
I could do the presentation
Niggas choked, we gave em smoke
It's fucking with they respiration
And I don't know where Ima go
They all like "what's your destination?"
She stressing me
I'm bending corners
I'm tryna see
What do you ponder?
Come ride with me
I did the honors
She slide on me
I swing it on her
Regretfully
I'm fucking on ya
No pressing me
Can't come up off her
I'm stretching cheese
Need my lasagna
No pressing me
You might be gone, bruh
Fuck
Baby I'm a real close friend, fuck
Baby, know you outside and in, fuck
Call me when it's half past ten, fuck
Baby, I know what time it is
Every
Where I
Go she
Follow me
Every
Time I
Blow she
Swallow me
Every
Day I
Go get
Collard green
Every
Night at
Home she
Cry to sleep
(Hold up)
Fuck
Baby I'm a real close friend, fuck
Baby, know you outside and in, fuck
Call me when it's half past ten, fuck
Baby, I know what time it is
You friends with me
Still call you over
Still bend on me
It's hardly over
Just pass the weed
Don't like you sober
You beg for me
I'm on my way over
And you like you honest
And you moving on
It ain't no contest
Ain't gotta prove me wrong
It's on your conscience
Bitch, prove me wrong
Bitch, be honest
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Maldonado, Tory Guapo
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