Friend Zone lyrics

[Intro]
(YoungTN productions)
(Let that sh*t ride, Eighty8)
(Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy)
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
We in the endzone, she put me in the friendzone
Told her I'm sorry, I got no patience, so I gotta get gone
She hate the fact I hang with dope boys and they all got flip phones
She don't know the place that I come from and all the sh*t I been on
Told her I'm sorry, but I gotta run up a check
Hoes try to greet me with sex
You know you my biggest flex
Give a f*ck about your ex
All if that n*gga got a problem, tell him he could get on
'Cause I been tryna gеt up out the friendzone, oh

[Verse 1]
No whitе collar job, but you know I got racks, oh
Wanna be your friend forever, I'm tryna hit from the back
And if I ever get in that pus*y, I'ma dunk it like I'm Shaq
I'm no Penny Hardaway, but I got it the harder way
She know me off all of the G code, I'm on whatever she on
And she always feel like she right so she can never be wrong
Told her I'm on top of the world, and I feel like King Kong
She know I'm always coming back like we playing ping pong
I give a f*ck about a hater, I erase him
When she drink, don't do no chasin'
f*ck them hoes 'cause they be hating
You can see the hate be blatant
My heart down in the basement, when she touch me, my sh*t drop
We can be for real, we ain't gotta be Love & Hip Hop
We ain't gotta be that fake sh*t, you know that I been waiting
So, tell me is you ready, 'cause my loving ain't basic
Girl, you say that you stressing but your life what you make it
And that n*gga the reason why you know what a lame is
[Chorus]
We in the endzone, she put me in the friendzone
Told her I'm sorry, I got no patience, so I gotta get gone
She hate the fact I hang with dope boys and they all got flip phones
She don't know the place that I come from and all the sh*t I been on
Told her I'm sorry, but I gotta run up a check
Hoes try to greet me with sex
You know you my biggest flex
Give a f*ck about your ex
All if that n*gga got a problem, tell him he could get on
'Cause I been tryna get up out the friendzone, oh

[Verse 2]
No, I ain't your side n*gga, your main n*gga can die with him
I'm just a friend, you know how I keep it with my hitters
Won't talk about your man 'cause I know you gon' side with him
Even though that n*gga ain't sh*t, you probably gon' die with him
You know it's a cold game, I'ma blow like propane
And I don't need for you to be around and be no no-name
You telling me go with my hoes, but I know these hoes change
And I ain't 'bout to be 'round no b*tch and give her no fame
Me and you like Martin, Gina
I really get racks, Serena
f*ck that b*tch, I ain't never seen her
You know that I ain't a cheater
Young n*gga the don of my section, I been a leader
When we in the bed the only time I'ma beat you
You done seen enough, I done did enough
So, baby, tell me what's up, is we f*cking around or what?
You could say the word, you f*ck with that clown or what?
Tell me, is you gon' let me put it down or what?
[Chorus]
We in the endzone, she put me in the friendzone
Told her I'm sorry, I got no patience, so I gotta get gone
She hate the fact I hang with dope boys and they all got flip phones
She don't know the place that I come from and all the sh*t I been on
Told her I'm sorry, but I gotta run up a check
Hoes try to greet me with sex
You know you my biggest flex
Give a f*ck about your ex
All if that n*gga got a problem, tell him he could get on
'Cause I been tryna get up out the friendzone, oh