Close Friends
I'm ready
(Ain't even busy
But told her imma call back
At first she was too old for me
Now I'm in her close friends)
Aye, was bad in school
I got sent where all the steppers go
Brody jugged the city
Wit some drank from Mexico
She high as hell off the juice
Don't even know what drank she on
She shot a sale in a coupe
Then brought me all my paper home
He mad as fuck cuz I ain't give no give backs
35 at 15? I can't believe I did that
Got flicked so many times wit pump
Can't believe I hid that
I den retired from the punch
Bitch you know I bin that
(Yea, I really been that
Nigga, aye and imma stay
Where the fuck I been at
Aye, ion give a fuck what u think about me
Or what u heard,
You better know dis bitch ain't stopping
Even if we hit a curb)
Brody where the bank drop?
Don't hit my line until that pape drop
He looking sketchy 20 thousand in a tank top
He want a checky
Made em drop it in the day time
Always asking for the methods
I be spinning saying next time
Ain't even busy but told her imma call back
Called her off some fake digits
I guess we den lost track
Wanna hit the road wit me?
Man dis shit den gon bad
At first she was too old for me
Now I'm in her close friends
(Brody where the bank drop?
Don't hit my line until that pape drop
He looking sketchy 20 thousand in a tank top
Yea
(Laughing)
Was bad as hell
I got sent where all the steppers go
Go, go, go, go
Brody jugged the city wit some drank
He got from Mexico
Yea,
Gang, gang, gang)
(Ain't even busy
But told her imma call back
At first she was too old for me
Now I'm in her close friends)
Aye, was bad in school
I got sent where all the steppers go
Brody jugged the city
Wit some drank from Mexico
She high as hell off the juice
Don't even know what drank she on
She shot a sale in a coupe
Then brought me all my paper home
He mad as fuck cuz I ain't give no give backs
35 at 15? I can't believe I did that
Got flicked so many times wit pump
Can't believe I hid that
I den retired from the punch
Bitch you know I bin that
(Yea, I really been that
Nigga, aye and imma stay
Where the fuck I been at
Aye, ion give a fuck what u think about me
Or what u heard,
You better know dis bitch ain't stopping
Even if we hit a curb)
Brody where the bank drop?
Don't hit my line until that pape drop
He looking sketchy 20 thousand in a tank top
He want a checky
Made em drop it in the day time
Always asking for the methods
I be spinning saying next time
Ain't even busy but told her imma call back
Called her off some fake digits
I guess we den lost track
Wanna hit the road wit me?
Man dis shit den gon bad
At first she was too old for me
Now I'm in her close friends
(Brody where the bank drop?
Don't hit my line until that pape drop
He looking sketchy 20 thousand in a tank top
Yea
(Laughing)
Was bad as hell
I got sent where all the steppers go
Go, go, go, go
Brody jugged the city wit some drank
He got from Mexico
Yea,
Gang, gang, gang)
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