FRIENDS & FOES
Yeah
Aye where the fuck they at now huh?
Who put you on to this shit huh?
Who taught you how to motherfuckin hustle boy?
Who taught you how to get some mtf money dawg?
Yeah
It's big doc
Pussy
Uh
I come through poppin' my shit like I'm still a youngin blowin bubbles
Brodie talkin' happy meals I got my paper stack McDoubled, woah
All my dawgs grown they still play with rocks now
I'm never done, copped the rollie, now I want the bussdown, uh
And since we talkin' bout timing
I pulled up at your house pussy boy and you was hiding
The kid be doing stadiums ya shittin' me
While I still move packets boy like Uber Eats delivery
Gucci belt my skinny jeans, my hood on that yaddamean
I- I can see the future boy these shroomies they be sending me
Smoking hella strong I fuck around and loose my memory
Fell in love with fashion let this Louis be the death of me
Yeah, prolly see me shine that's what I earn dawg
These suckas be expecting blessings they ain't tryna work for
Plotting on my shit boy, least that's what I heard of
Cutter in my pocket homie word up
And I got love for all my dawgs from 83
What's the price of all this jewellry?
Everything that shine ain't gold
Know it cost to be the boss but all them rumors go for free
Nah, nah ain't tryna bro, can't be fuckin with these foes
Yeah, and it go like
That's how I slap buddy, put em in his place he tryna act funny
It go like
She make it clap on me, talkin' spanish to me like I'm bad bunny
(Oh lord!)
Aye where the fuck they at now huh?
Who put you on to this shit huh?
Who taught you how to motherfuckin hustle boy?
Who taught you how to get some mtf money dawg?
Yeah
It's big doc
Pussy
Uh
I come through poppin' my shit like I'm still a youngin blowin bubbles
Brodie talkin' happy meals I got my paper stack McDoubled, woah
All my dawgs grown they still play with rocks now
I'm never done, copped the rollie, now I want the bussdown, uh
And since we talkin' bout timing
I pulled up at your house pussy boy and you was hiding
The kid be doing stadiums ya shittin' me
While I still move packets boy like Uber Eats delivery
Gucci belt my skinny jeans, my hood on that yaddamean
I- I can see the future boy these shroomies they be sending me
Smoking hella strong I fuck around and loose my memory
Fell in love with fashion let this Louis be the death of me
Yeah, prolly see me shine that's what I earn dawg
These suckas be expecting blessings they ain't tryna work for
Plotting on my shit boy, least that's what I heard of
Cutter in my pocket homie word up
And I got love for all my dawgs from 83
What's the price of all this jewellry?
Everything that shine ain't gold
Know it cost to be the boss but all them rumors go for free
Nah, nah ain't tryna bro, can't be fuckin with these foes
Yeah, and it go like
That's how I slap buddy, put em in his place he tryna act funny
It go like
She make it clap on me, talkin' spanish to me like I'm bad bunny
(Oh lord!)
Credits
Writer(s): Kilian Aaron Mizrahi
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