Friday

Floor, ooh-woah

Why won't you listen to me?

So deprived without you kissin' me

The sun's guiding your way

(Why wasn't—) Why wasn't I what you decided on?

Huh, woah-ah, now why won't you listen to me?

Huh, so deprived without you kissin' me, oh-woah

I'm misguided

She wanted the ribeye, can't take her to Friday's

Huh, had to start a family, we play Frisbee

My son got a white mom, would've thought I'm Rigby

Not much of a fighter, I bring a blicky

Boy, pass up the lighter, 'bout to chief this spliffy

The highest I jump, I'm a bunny boy like Miffy

I gave her eyes a lil' glow-up, and now I got a lil' stiffy

That shit heavy dunk, elements, this bitch shitty

I got many m-m-money, I got plenty

You took her out to Wеndy's, you're broke (Shut up, punk)

Couldn't buy her Fеnty, boy, you sold

When I made SISTERHOOD, I wasn't even twenty, I was sixteen

And my ex still miss me, uh, niggas stay tryna diss me, uh

Have her feelin' like Disney, uh

"Bae, come to the show," but it's hard

Still gon' feel this breeze, uh, sideways, lil' boy gon' ride

Step in the crowd, he didn't even breathe, uh

Say they outside, but they not

Make the crowd swing, bitch, they see ya

Been chasin' me, oh, boy

If she wanna fuck on me, yeah, I bet she fuck on Lucy

I hit my shawty Mia, I bet she gon' consume me

Smoke 'Za, that LooseLeaf, they tried to use me

They tried, they tried, they tried, they tried

You fried, I'm right, you mad, I'm not

What the fuck do I even have to be mad about?

We turnin' up the score every day, you sad or what?

Them niggas not gon' score, you better run past them, bruh

Uh, yeah, when I walk in, bitch, who feel me?

I don't gotta say shit, I kill it

Most these niggas switch up like chameleons

Bitch, I'm tryna go touch me a million

Fuck that, nigga, I'm touchin' a zillion

Off the 'Za, boy, I really be chillin'

I get high as the fuck, like the ceiling

Swervin' through traffic, semi-automatic

Bitch, I'll send a nigga to Heaven for causin' havoc

Luka on the Mavericks, all I know is magic

Pulled up on the nigga, scored a goal just like a hat-trick (Yeah)

The motion in my inb', boy, I can't find it

I make up the bread just like Rinaldi's

And you need to learn the basics just like Baldi's

I scored a home run, I'm somethin' like Tatís

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