#WholeLotta lyrics
by Yung Frendi
[Pre-Chorus: Yung Frendi]
Whole lotta swag
Whole lotta money
And whole lotta b*tches
Whole lotta hoes and cars
Yung Frendi, he on a mission
I put a rack on his head
That boy, you know that he missin'
Can't f*ck wit' you girl, you gotta keep yo' distance
[Chorus: Yung Frendi]
All of my diamonds they dance
That b*tch, she came from Japan
They be like, "Frendi, boy how do you do it", huh
I cannot tell you the plan
I cannot tell you the swag
It's just the way I am
Why these n*ggas some fans
Girl, just hold my hand
[Verse: Kyce]
I walk in the room and I'm leaving 'em speechless
I spent three K on the belt though
Rocking these Ricky's, this sh*t ain't no Velcro
I'm the in these streets just like Elmo
Carry a pole just like Donatello
And I ball, I'm feeling like Melo
And my Lambo' is yellow
Real deal grinder, I'm all 'bout my pesos
n*gga talk sh*t and we give him a halo
These bullets they hot feel like volcano
I feel like big Soulja, I care a Draco
Obsessed with the money and drugs
Performing shows at the clubs
Only care about Benji's, don't care 'bout no ones
Unlimited b*tches, unlimited funds
[Pre-Chorus: Yung Frendi]
Whole lotta swag
Whole lotta money
And whole lotta b*tches
Whole lotta hoes and cars
Yung Frendi, he on a mission
I put a rack on his head
That boy, you know that he missin'
Can't f*ck wit' you girl, you gotta keep yo' distance
[Chorus: Yung Frendi]
All of my diamonds they dance
That b*tch, she came from Japan
They be like, "Frendi, boy how do you do it", huh
I cannot tell you the plan
I cannot tell you the swag
It's just the way I am
Why these n*ggas some fans
Girl, just hold my hand