Best Friend

Lyrics

[Intro] (What do you desire?) Yeah [Chorus] She know I'm high though And we so tied in She pretty like a model Ben Frank my best friend Boy, that's my real twin Bitch, I'm a drug head [Verse] Said I'm a junkie Just pop that beanski I crush her then I leave Just bought some RPs I count up green green He sippin' fake lean Just got a zip of weed Hit her once than I delete My bruddas too elite Stay with that street sweep I just face them when I smack Who the fuck really got my back? When I fall down off my fuckin' feet Who the fuck really got my back? Rada send a pack full of that heat You know hе fuckin' snapped Pull a 3.5 then I smack This a gen 5 Glock compact (Dеsire) In a LA blowin' gas, boy Know I'm high than a bitch Take a sip of my cup you geeked High off a fuckin' sip I smoke up a zip and I make it right back His brudda was talkin' 'til he in a pack He want a feat, better send me a rack 6 got sticks in this bitch, know we never on lack My brudda got pints on the low He give me commission I'm hangin' wit' slimas, hangin' wit' Zs They finna knock him off, leavin' no witness Rockin' Dior head to toe But I swear to God that she not no Christian This 5.56 gon' blitz him Just like a missile [Chorus] She know I'm high though And we so tied in She pretty like a model Ben Frank my best friend Boy, that's my real twin Bitch, I'm a drug head (Desire)