Last Friday Night (feat. Drowzy B & Kdot2x)
Nigga went out on a Friday night
Couldn't wait 'til Edot seen the light
Like damn how you get hit with your own pipe
Name your song Friday but died on the same night
Damn that boy went out in a hurry
Couldn't wait to see that nigga Notti
Ayo E with the dot you a dummy
Like didn't you know not to trust on a thotty
Opp thot we throw shots at her body
How you ran on your mans niggas fools
I ain't hear nothing yet since you been on the news
But all they gone do is cap up in the booth
Shot a vid at that dead nigga funeral
Pass me the Edot when it's time to clock out
Niggas don't be your mans
I done seen a whole flick of that nigga dead body on clubhouse
DD said Notti throw throw throw
Caught him lacking he died by the poke
He said E with the dot creep creep
Rock a bye baby put him straight to sleep
Stop the cap you not dropping the 4zz
Roll up the Dotty mix it with the Notti
Couple O's they got turned to a zombie
You niggas looking for me come and find me
Fuck Dotty I roll him he dead
Nigga went for the pistol and blew out his head
Spin through the Hill I'm trying to catch a M
It's like forty-two shots is what I'm trying to send
Give a fuck bout a O, let it blow
See DD get shot through the coat
Keep a knock everywhere that I go
Like Notti was lacking where the fuck your pole
They carried that dumb nigga right up the steps
Everywhere that I go niggas know I'm a vet
Notti bopping I'm punching my hip
And then Edot got hit so I'm tapping my head
Edot, Notti dead in my spliff
Charlie, Noah got kicked in his shit
I said what I said nigga suck my dick
See a O in the V and I'm flipping the whip
Niggas stay tryna rap but not get back
Stay with the makks we hopping out the Maybach
Said he spinning my block then say that
E put the dot to his brain that's a head tap
Don't try to act up bitch imma spray that
Nigga Notti went out on that mission
Like wassup with the dissing
How you gone cap in the booth when all ya bro's went missing
Nigga Notti had died by the poke
And then Edot got hit they got fame now
Run up on me I do you like Noah
I'm stomping and stomping 'til I see his brains out
Niggas sacrificing all they brothers
I'm smoking they dead's now roll me up another
Bitch I'm Trendy put that on my mother
I catch an Osama next they going under
Couldn't wait 'til Edot seen the light
Like damn how you get hit with your own pipe
Name your song Friday but died on the same night
Damn that boy went out in a hurry
Couldn't wait to see that nigga Notti
Ayo E with the dot you a dummy
Like didn't you know not to trust on a thotty
Opp thot we throw shots at her body
How you ran on your mans niggas fools
I ain't hear nothing yet since you been on the news
But all they gone do is cap up in the booth
Shot a vid at that dead nigga funeral
Pass me the Edot when it's time to clock out
Niggas don't be your mans
I done seen a whole flick of that nigga dead body on clubhouse
DD said Notti throw throw throw
Caught him lacking he died by the poke
He said E with the dot creep creep
Rock a bye baby put him straight to sleep
Stop the cap you not dropping the 4zz
Roll up the Dotty mix it with the Notti
Couple O's they got turned to a zombie
You niggas looking for me come and find me
Fuck Dotty I roll him he dead
Nigga went for the pistol and blew out his head
Spin through the Hill I'm trying to catch a M
It's like forty-two shots is what I'm trying to send
Give a fuck bout a O, let it blow
See DD get shot through the coat
Keep a knock everywhere that I go
Like Notti was lacking where the fuck your pole
They carried that dumb nigga right up the steps
Everywhere that I go niggas know I'm a vet
Notti bopping I'm punching my hip
And then Edot got hit so I'm tapping my head
Edot, Notti dead in my spliff
Charlie, Noah got kicked in his shit
I said what I said nigga suck my dick
See a O in the V and I'm flipping the whip
Niggas stay tryna rap but not get back
Stay with the makks we hopping out the Maybach
Said he spinning my block then say that
E put the dot to his brain that's a head tap
Don't try to act up bitch imma spray that
Nigga Notti went out on that mission
Like wassup with the dissing
How you gone cap in the booth when all ya bro's went missing
Nigga Notti had died by the poke
And then Edot got hit they got fame now
Run up on me I do you like Noah
I'm stomping and stomping 'til I see his brains out
Niggas sacrificing all they brothers
I'm smoking they dead's now roll me up another
Bitch I'm Trendy put that on my mother
I catch an Osama next they going under
Credits
Writer(s): Mohamed Saffar, Travis Robinson
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