Friday the 13th lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, pus*ys don't get pus*y, n*gga
f*ck n*ggas is outta luck, n*gga
It's that double O11, player
Swavey, let's drive

[Verse 1]
Mind on money but the money on me
Maybach frontin;, ain’t frontin' on me
With the hoes on full, we ain’t runnin' on E
n*gga, you know what it is, n*gga, you know what it ain't
Do I love her, do I love her? n*gga, you know what I think
Pourin' purple in the Sprite, n*gga, you know what I drink
Nah I’m playin' but despite what a stupid n*gga think
Homie, I be gettin' cash all night
Let a n*gga hit, let me smash all night
I just pray to God that it last all night
She a 5 in the face but her ass alright
So the hat's on tight
I rub it, I get it, I touch it, I hit it
I’m f*ckin', you f*ckin'? Well f*ck it, I'm with it
Let’s get it, let me get to business
And that’s when she did it like she wasn't kiddin'
Admitted it she love me, I told her, "It's stupid"
Then asked that b*tch "Why?" and she told me, "It’s Cupid"
I said, "What the f*ck, like that's what your excuse is?"
And then she said, "Yes" and I threw up the deuces
I’m sippin' on liquor, she smokin' on weed
I’m stuck in her throat, she chokin' on me
So shout out to yo n*ggas, acting like hoe n*ggas
Ridin' our di*k 'cause we about to blow n*ggas, pause
[Chorus]
Said I'm ridin' with my 6′s on
I’m on what my n*ggas on
If you f*ckin', give my n*ggas some
I can't party unless my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on

[Verse 2]
I need a b*tch that’s famous and a girl that’s right
And a hoe that’s all in, pus*y the bomb, Bin Laden
I hear she denied it, the b*tch need a pilot
I ride like I was out of sight, the sky
But I’m high, I’m drunk, I’m Mr. Puff-the-Lye
But I’m fly as f*ck, these hoes they love the guy
Why do I do this sh*t to a woman?
Love me when I'm givin' straight di*k to a woman
If she pull that sh*t out, try to that sh*t south
Like a broad on fire, I’ll put that b*tch out
Because I don’t need no bad b*tch tryna lie to me
I live on a plane and I promise this sh*t n*gga
Ain’t no chick gon' fly for free, why? I'm me
Eyes can see, a mad guy n*gga on that sh*t like a mad fly n*gga
Money ass long as a flat line n*gga
And I’m in a b*tch back like that spine, n*gga, oh
Sippin' Baccardi 'cause I party
Now I got these b*tches dreadin' like a yardi on my lardi, oh
[Chorus]
Said I'm ridin' with my 6′s on
I’m on what my n*ggas on
If you f*ckin', give my n*ggas some
I can't party unless my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on
You know all my n*ggas on

[Outro]
Yeah n*gga, shout out to my n*gga Rimes for runnin' through yo b*tches mind, n*gga
Us young n*ggas too fun n*ggas, you ain't f*ckin' with us, you ain't gettin' no funds, n*gga
That's cool
Ay, shout out my n*gga Sunny gettin' that money, tell yo girl to lay it down for me, ya did me?
'Cause we out while y'all young n*ggas runnin' sh*ttin' on n*ggas out of style
Ya girl got two legs, two arms and a turquoise tong in my knapsack, n*gga
She all the way in there, lame n*gga, be quiet when a real n*gga speak, n*gga