Friendly Fire
I see your little stupid ass drunk hating ass face
Yellow eyes you can't tell no lies
When I'm getting high
I see you looking at me with your looking ass
Fuck you looking at
You see them diamonds through the looking glass
You see what's hiding in the duffle bag
You should be ducking daffy make it fucking quack
I'm spinning bills suffer succotash
Ain't this what we supposed to do
Make this money don't let it make us
You keep the change don't let it change us
You a fucking pig covered up in make up
Say me what I'm supposed to do
When you finally make it and you celebrate it
With a giant cake and everybody ate it
Stuff they face while they eye your plate up
You my hitter you my hitter
But if you cross that line I'm gone hit you
That's my hitter that's my hitter
But if he cross that line I'm gone get him got to get him
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up
Get mopped up
Fuck you talking bout nigga
Get mopped up
That's my nigga but if I gotta fucking put it on him
Get mopped up
It be the closest ones to you
Get mopped up yea get mopped up woe
So you wanna play rough okay
I'm reloaded okay
First responder open the car door
Look at me are you okay
Wait wait why you want to get him started
Wait I don't want to hear about it
Wait I just want to hear the sound
Of when the guap hit the counter like
I been riding round Miami can't afford these nigga
I got this rowdy rowdy pipe got something for these niggas
FNF and if a nigga think he froggy nigga
Tell him jump I'm a thump give a fuck
Watch me up drunk up in sobe nigga
I walk in the door and they treat me like I'm famous
Cause I'm in the rolls fixed her body like my baby
They identical why you want to separate them
Seen that face before I could recognize a hater when I see one
You my hitter you my hitter
But if you cross that line I'm gone hit you
That's my hitter that's my hitter
But if he cross that line I'm gone get him got to get him
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up
Get mopped up
If you pull it pussy nigga better shoot it
Get mopped up
I ain't going fucking nowhere I ain't moving
Get mopped up
I been drinking I been smoking I been thinking about it
Get mopped up yea get mopped up woe
Yellow eyes you can't tell no lies
When I'm getting high
I see you looking at me with your looking ass
Fuck you looking at
You see them diamonds through the looking glass
You see what's hiding in the duffle bag
You should be ducking daffy make it fucking quack
I'm spinning bills suffer succotash
Ain't this what we supposed to do
Make this money don't let it make us
You keep the change don't let it change us
You a fucking pig covered up in make up
Say me what I'm supposed to do
When you finally make it and you celebrate it
With a giant cake and everybody ate it
Stuff they face while they eye your plate up
You my hitter you my hitter
But if you cross that line I'm gone hit you
That's my hitter that's my hitter
But if he cross that line I'm gone get him got to get him
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up
Get mopped up
Fuck you talking bout nigga
Get mopped up
That's my nigga but if I gotta fucking put it on him
Get mopped up
It be the closest ones to you
Get mopped up yea get mopped up woe
So you wanna play rough okay
I'm reloaded okay
First responder open the car door
Look at me are you okay
Wait wait why you want to get him started
Wait I don't want to hear about it
Wait I just want to hear the sound
Of when the guap hit the counter like
I been riding round Miami can't afford these nigga
I got this rowdy rowdy pipe got something for these niggas
FNF and if a nigga think he froggy nigga
Tell him jump I'm a thump give a fuck
Watch me up drunk up in sobe nigga
I walk in the door and they treat me like I'm famous
Cause I'm in the rolls fixed her body like my baby
They identical why you want to separate them
Seen that face before I could recognize a hater when I see one
You my hitter you my hitter
But if you cross that line I'm gone hit you
That's my hitter that's my hitter
But if he cross that line I'm gone get him got to get him
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up woe
Get mopped up yea
Get mopped up
Get mopped up
If you pull it pussy nigga better shoot it
Get mopped up
I ain't going fucking nowhere I ain't moving
Get mopped up
I been drinking I been smoking I been thinking about it
Get mopped up yea get mopped up woe
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Writer(s): Scotty Tobal
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