Friday Night (feat. FTLasse)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Rico this crazy
They say Jesus was a nephew
You know my shooter gon' blast
Sending you back to the past
I went and got me a bag-uh
Them riches it got me rag
If it's my fault then my bad-uh
If it's my fault then my bad (Gang)
They fronting behind of your back
I swear the population really whack
That's why I put my city on the map
Put my city on the map
I heard they feeling gritty in the trap (Feeling gritty in the trap)
I heard they taking niggas off the map (Gang, taking niggas off the map)
I heard they getting comfy in they raps (Yuh)
Getting comfy in they raps
But I swear half what they saying is cap
Half what they saying is cap-uh
That nigga think he "The Dude" (Dude)
Keep it on me I can't lack-uh
It got me feeling like Mood
Feeling like Mood, feeling like Mood
I swear sometimes I'm gon' tweak (Tweak, tweak)
Feel like I'm Mood up on that beat
Inside my bag like I'm Zeek' (Zeeko, Zeeko)
Shout out to Deo, they miss then on feet (Deo, Deo)
Feel like I'm Lasse I'm bringing that heat (Heat tho, heat tho)
Bringing that heat, damn (Damn)
They be on feet, scram (Scram)
Niggas see me and TheMood and they run
Niggas be packing a whole lotta guns
Aiming that choppa, we shooting for fun
Feeding them bullets, they eat it for lunch
Smoking that gas, you'd swear we was dumb
Look at myself and where I become
Thumbing through hunnids, until I go numb
Incoming money a hunnid' more racks, spent that on my wrist
I'm a rockstar the way that I live
Shoot for the stars and I never miss
I'm with Amourie like my name was Rick (Like Rick, Rick)
Cause I swear it's like ten of me (Swear it's like ten)
Niggas my mini me (Niggas my min')
You know my shooter gon' blast
Sending you back to the past
I went and got me a bag-uh
Them riches it got me rag
If it's my fault then my bad-uh
If it's my fault then my bad (Gang)
They fronting behind of your back
I swear the population really whack
That's why I put my city on the map
Put my city on the map
I heard they feeling gritty in the trap (Feeling gritty in the trap)
I heard they taking niggas off the map (Gang, taking niggas off the map)
I heard they getting comfy in they raps (Yuh)
Getting comfy in they raps
But I swear half what they saying is cap
Half what they saying is cap-uh
That nigga think he "The Dude" (Dude)
Keep it on me I can't lack-uh
It got me feeling like Mood
Half what they saying is cap-uh
That nigga think he "The Dude" (Dude)
Keep it on me I can't lack-uh
It got me feeling like Mood
Rico this crazy
They say Jesus was a nephew
You know my shooter gon' blast
Sending you back to the past
I went and got me a bag-uh
Them riches it got me rag
If it's my fault then my bad-uh
If it's my fault then my bad (Gang)
They fronting behind of your back
I swear the population really whack
That's why I put my city on the map
Put my city on the map
I heard they feeling gritty in the trap (Feeling gritty in the trap)
I heard they taking niggas off the map (Gang, taking niggas off the map)
I heard they getting comfy in they raps (Yuh)
Getting comfy in they raps
But I swear half what they saying is cap
Half what they saying is cap-uh
That nigga think he "The Dude" (Dude)
Keep it on me I can't lack-uh
It got me feeling like Mood
Feeling like Mood, feeling like Mood
I swear sometimes I'm gon' tweak (Tweak, tweak)
Feel like I'm Mood up on that beat
Inside my bag like I'm Zeek' (Zeeko, Zeeko)
Shout out to Deo, they miss then on feet (Deo, Deo)
Feel like I'm Lasse I'm bringing that heat (Heat tho, heat tho)
Bringing that heat, damn (Damn)
They be on feet, scram (Scram)
Niggas see me and TheMood and they run
Niggas be packing a whole lotta guns
Aiming that choppa, we shooting for fun
Feeding them bullets, they eat it for lunch
Smoking that gas, you'd swear we was dumb
Look at myself and where I become
Thumbing through hunnids, until I go numb
Incoming money a hunnid' more racks, spent that on my wrist
I'm a rockstar the way that I live
Shoot for the stars and I never miss
I'm with Amourie like my name was Rick (Like Rick, Rick)
Cause I swear it's like ten of me (Swear it's like ten)
Niggas my mini me (Niggas my min')
You know my shooter gon' blast
Sending you back to the past
I went and got me a bag-uh
Them riches it got me rag
If it's my fault then my bad-uh
If it's my fault then my bad (Gang)
They fronting behind of your back
I swear the population really whack
That's why I put my city on the map
Put my city on the map
I heard they feeling gritty in the trap (Feeling gritty in the trap)
I heard they taking niggas off the map (Gang, taking niggas off the map)
I heard they getting comfy in they raps (Yuh)
Getting comfy in they raps
But I swear half what they saying is cap
Half what they saying is cap-uh
That nigga think he "The Dude" (Dude)
Keep it on me I can't lack-uh
It got me feeling like Mood
Half what they saying is cap-uh
That nigga think he "The Dude" (Dude)
Keep it on me I can't lack-uh
It got me feeling like Mood
Credits
Writer(s): Amour Gabriel
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