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Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] Man what y'all wanna do? Let's die then, let's get it [Chorus] I fell in the pool on Friday She make me feel like it's Friday I rather do this shit my way I am that dude, I'm the don, ayy How you shoot him and miss all yo' shots? Put him in G league like Bron, ayy I'm cool wit' taking a loss You kill, you take him abroad Just know that ho put her face on my cock All of these people so fake, it's a mirage Bro like a bot, he face him then ride I'm finna paint her shit with that gloss Ooh, jump in the sauce If she a ocean, I'm an albatross You niggas start rappin', you can't pay the cost You wanted a feat, had to fake you a song I told her to leavе, her face was so long I don't evеn wanna be here, take me to Guam Give a fuck around bring my niggas on vacation They ain't even gonna wanna go back to the slums Cool a forty mag on 'em, just need me a drum I'll make me a diamond just give me a stone Just give me one minute with you on the phone Whatever we had decayed in his bones [Verse] (Oh) These feelings I had we came in strong Y'all been in my head, I been cryin' for so long Y'all been in my head, I ain't cryin' for my niggas They growin' up fast, I'm proud of my siblings If she was in trouble, scale me a building If her new nigga abuse, I'ma kill 'em Like, what y'all wanna do? Let's get it That shit you on, that's little (Yeah) Baby, you cool wit' being a bribe bitch? You could be in a garden I done fell in a pool, I'm fried, yeah She make me feel like I'm on Friday I just wanna do this shit my way Baby we can be in a movie Nut on her face, on her boobie Bro tagged a toe we was two deep I ain't even have me like two G's And I ain't talkin bout grams Where the hurricane at? I ain't talkin' bout Lamb's Let's go to the mall, I ain't talkin' about Champs She suck on my balls, [?] friends Let's run it back, lets do it again What ya'll wanna' do, let's get it (Let's get it) [Chorus] I fell in the pool on Friday She make me feel like it's Friday I rather do this shit my way I am that dude, I'm the don, ayy How you shoot him and miss all yo' shots? Put him in G league like Bron, ayy I'm cool wit' taking a loss You kill, you take him abroad Just know that ho put her face on my cock All of these people so fake, it's a mirage Bro like a bot, he face him then ride I'm finna paint her shit with that gloss Ooh, jump in the sauce If she a ocean, I'm an albatross (You niggas start rappin', you can't pay the cost) (You wanted a feat, had to fake you a song) (I told her to leave, her face was so long) (I don't even wanna be here, take me to Guam) (Give a fuck around bring my niggas on vacation) (They ain't even gonna wanna go back to the slums) (Cool a forty mag on 'em, just need me a drum) (I'll make me a diamond just give me a stone) (Just give me one minute with you on the phone) (Whatever we had decayed in his bones)