Friday

Lyrics

[Intro] (I fucking love you, JuJu) [Verse 1] All that woofin' on my phone, bitch, go kill somethin' I just popped a Batman, I feel like Bill Clinton The jury know I had the money from the still image Her BD from Arkansas and I still hit it That was three years ago, man, you still trippin? My reputation say I'm violent, I don't kill niggas And I don't know you killed the homie tweets and still snitchin' The jury had a different verdict but you feel different Don't let your feelings get the best of you, that's not cool All those comments on my pictures, bro, that's not you I understand you had a loss, but we got rules 'Cause we gon' double park them Bentleys if the spot cool [Chorus] I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday Lay the whole block down like it's Friday Whole brick to the face, it was Friday Lil' nigga, you ain't never seen Friday? I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday Lay the whole block down like it's Friday Whole brick to the face, it was Friday Lil' nigga, have you ever seen Friday? [Verse 2] Creepin' through the door, niggas wanna snake me Talkin' from behind, what's the explanation? If you talkin' money, they could never phase me Niggas mean muggin' with no expectation Blew 'em all a kiss, Nina finna slay 'em Tear the club up, I'm runnin' out of patience Niggas in my ear, but don't never say shit I'm the Ruler, I'm the don, don't you get mistaken [Chorus] I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday Lay the whole block down like it's Friday Whole brick to the face, it was Friday Lil' nigga, you ain't never seen Friday? I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday Lay the whole block down like it's Friday Whole brick to the face, it was Friday Lil' nigga, have you ever seen Friday? [Verse 3] Shit, tricks are for kids The doors open for me like I had a spare I Bruce Lee kicked and landed in a chair When time to play ball, I glue it to my hand Twenty-eight shots off to save the last dance Angels and demons, Barney's and Neiman's That's rider in my shoes, brought Christ with me Brainiac, my shooter from an Ivy League Pints on me, Rami spilled some ice on me Three thirties like you asked the time from me We just want the money, niggas always playin' Pints in the rear 'cause niggas always drinkin' [Chorus] I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday Lay the whole block down like it's Friday Whole brick to the face, it was Friday Lil' nigga, you ain't never seen Friday? I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday Lay the whole block down like it's Friday Whole brick to the face, it was Friday Lil' nigga, have you ever seen Friday?