Friday Night

Lyrics

Verse 1: Feeling like greatness in the making, feeling accomplished cause I know why niggas hating This how it feel when you highly favored Room at the SLS and this shit catered Any nigga try us is in danger, quick to send a nigga to his maker And I bet you they gonna blame us, or claim that the money somehow changed us Focus on getting your change up, or fuck around and get your whole block flamed up Niggas out here giving names up I'm just trynna pull a Wraith up, Vonte swervin through chained up Never trippin over money, it ain't make us Is that bankroll for me? Seen a nigga turn rat for some cheese Baby can you catch this pack for a P? Pick it up from Wizzkey he up in the PJs [Intermission] Verse 2: Girl I'm trynna fuck, can I come through? Oh yo friends there, can I bring my bros too? I'm the type of nigga to beat it up I ain't gon hold you Bro you tripping on that bitch and that's old news Getting top in the old school Buying all this Wock from this old dude I'm really getting blue bucks, boy its no rules She told you "Joey getting money" bro I told you 42 [?] Niggas sipping cold brew I've been down, bayou where them niggas don't know you Ion give a fuck about them lies nigga's told you Boy you speaking on the gang, niggas on you All that speaking on my name Ima show you, this street shit really ain't meant for you OG got my mind gone, got a nigga in a different time zone Baby on my line asking when I'm coming home But I'm on my grind and I got it by the zone Girl don't waste your time waiting up by the phone [Outro]