​friends lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, ha, ah)
(Yeah, ha, ah, yeah)
(Yeah, ha, ah)
(Yeah, ha) Ha (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I might go f*ck on your b*tch 'cause I'm bored
If you got no bread, you gettin' ignored
That hoe give me head, b*tch, while I record
That choppa gon' chop that boy up like a sword
That choppa gon' put that lil' boy on the ground
Rick Owens boots when I'm walking around
That b*tch a hoe, she been passed all around
Silencer up on the Glock, make no sound

[Verse]
[?] like a stroller
When you was there, bro drive a lil' slower
I might gon' f*ck on that b*tch, don't ignore
You think she love you, she f*ckin' on bro now
Bullets go into your head
We caught him lackin' and he runnin' fast
b*tch, I'm too lavish, 'cause all of this bread
f*ckin' that bih' and we breakin' her back
I don't even got no motherf*ckin' friends (yeah)
It's just me in this b*tch (no cap)
You say you better than me lil' b*tch
Okay we finna f*ckin' see, lil' b*tch
Okay I'm finna spin, lil' b*tch
New Glock on me with that beam, lil' b*tch
So walk in the store, steal some sh*t
Caught that boy walkin' home, I killed that b*tch
[Chorus]
I might go f*ck on your b*tch 'cause I'm bored
If you got no bread, you gettin' ignored
That hoe give me head, b*tch, while I record
That choppa gon' chop that boy up like a sword
That choppa gon' put that lil' boy on the ground
Rick Owens boots when I'm walking around
That b*tch a hoe, she been passed all around
Silencer up on the Glock, make no sound