Bestfriend lyrics

[Intro: Yhapojj]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Yhapojj]
b*tch, I'm set
Which one of y'all hoes wanna suck on this di*k?
Pull up with a pole, tryna pew on a b*tch
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Hit a b*tch, hit a b*tch, hit a b*tch, tryna
Get a brick, get a brick, get a brick, tryna
Push the whip, push the whip, push the whip
Make a b*tch, b*tch, flip, b*tch, flip, b*tch, flip
Make a b*tch take a trip then I flip up on her
What the f*ck is wrong with you? This ain't no zip
Smokin', shoot a limb
Walk out the Hell'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in that pus*y, it got grip
Yuh, and that pus*y a waterslide, like, I might slip
Yuh, yuh, yeah, this ho talkin' 'bout she crip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't give a f*ck if this b*tch hip
Ink on my body, yuh, let opp hit
Maserati, yeah, she gon' whip
She got sloppy and this b*tch got hips
Watch this, I'm finna make her flip
I'm tryna flip these b*tches to the f*ckin' wall
b*tch, I'm set, she gon' suck my balls
Pass it off, pass it to my dog
n*gga feelin' froggy, jump him just like frog
Yeah, he get tied like ho
Ho talkin', pus*y n*gga, kick him just like yo
[Verse 2: che]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' Yhap my dog
Uh, servin' bowls, n*gga, serve 'em all
Yeah, Motorola, n*gga, juke 'em all
Yeah, I was drinkin' before I could ball
Yeah, young rich n*gga want a Audemar
I can't f*ck with b*tch n*ggas, I can't f*ck with y'all
Yeah, switch, n*gga, I'm gon' shoot at y'all
Yeah, b*tch, uh, and she on my balls
Told this b*tch to get a grip and she still on my jock, huh
These n*ggas said I so sick, I got hella snot, yeah
Take a look right at my wrist, I bet you see some rocks, yeah
You just gave yo' b*tch a kiss while she in my c*ck, yeah
We gon' put him in a bliss, I'm Mr. Juggernaut, yeah
These n*ggas wanna talk about bliss? A'ight, bet, I'll spin they block, yeah
Yeah, this b*tch want a kiss but I'd rather not, yeah
In a big Benz with yo' b*tch, Mr. Spin-A-Lot, yeah
He ain't never seen hollow ticks, b*tch, these bullets hot, yeah
Yo' b*tch wanna have my kids, n*ggas never gon' be rich

[Verse 3: Yhapojj]
Pull up swaggin' on yo' block, Mr. Swag-A-Lot
Pull up, pull up, beam down yo' block, Mr. Speaker Knock
Make a f*ck n*gga feel like Trump, like a criss-cross
Young n*gga and my pockets fat, just like Rick Ross
Just like Rick Ross
And yo' b*tch, she brought me to that Benz, we kick rocks
I f*ck her in my flip-flops
Get lost
[Verse 4: che]
Catch me on opp, I pull up and my swaggin'
This yo' ho? I beat her back in
Young n*gga get the back end
Well, let 'em back in
What the f*ck goin' on in the trap then?
Yo' ho, she gettin' tapped in
She ain't answerin' her phone, she gettin' whacked in
n*gga play with you? He gone, he get whacked in

[Outro: che]
Whacked in
And this b*tch my best friend, my best friend
This b*tch my best friend
Yeah, yo' ho my best friend, yo' ho my best friend