FRIEDDAY

[Verse]
It's Monday to you, but to me its another day
It's another day of working and making plays
Making plays lil boy cause music ain't pay
They say crime ain't pay, but my pockets look straight
Lil bitch trying to kill, but you're second rate
Playing with me like you can afford going to Hell's Gate
Know y'all ain't going to heaven cause y'all are so fake
Baker type niggas how y'all spaz over cake
The way you look at me, they'd think you seen Drake
Born with a scar and it's on my face
Niggas trying to change but that shit's too late
I'm trying to sink in, sink in my fangs
My lil homeboy look like Johnny Dang
Shoutout to the Glo Boyz, I still be bumping Bang
Bang 2, stop acting friendly, I ain't know you
Talking to my fans and I guess that they're cool
Told all my niggas to stay in school
Slurring all my words like I got a missing tooth
They look at my methods and they think that shit's crudе
I got to do what I got to do to have some fucking food
Why you got a gun if you won't shoot
If you call yourself a shootеr, then you better fucking shoot
Smarks out there, bitch this is a shoot
My first ex sucked my dick like a flute
Lil band player, I'm on BandLab
Swamp had the Xans and they checked them in the lab
Doing straight meth, shit goes left
Exaggerating all the time, bitch that's a stretch
What's that stench, oh yeah, her pussy
Distract them with the girl so they ain't see what I'm pushing

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