Endzone

Lyrics

[Intro] From Parts Unknown SOB RBE that's the gang bitch [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] Yeah I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Wit' that friend zone) I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (Put my friends on) I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (Yeah) I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone (Yeah, yeah) Baby girl make that ass pop (Make that ass pop) Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (She get nothin' but backshots) Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (Catch a backshot) Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Wit' that friend zone) I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (Put my friends on) I'm just tryna get you while your man gone I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone [Verse 1: DaBoii] Chop get to spittin' this bitch fire like a manager Hit it from the back, she can't move like I damaged her Let the chop go, this bitch paint like a pedicure Free T, free pops, got me sheddin' tears Aye, lil' nigga what's your profit? Every gun got a ruler, what the fuck is a stock clip? (Yeah, yeah) Let them thangs blow if it's funk like a thot bitch Bitch these Margiela's, lil' nigga these are not Timbs (Oh, no, no) Bitch, and I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Wit' that friend zone) Strictly Only Brothers, so don't ask 'cause my friends gone ('Cause my friends gone) A Ed Hardy? Lil' nigga, this a Kenzo Big Glock, make that bitch spit now his hip gone And I could name a couple hoes that I did wrong (Yeah, yeah) Lost my bro to the feds so I sip strong I don't got the patience, you ain't fuckin' bitch get gone You ain't stitch lip, let off shots now your lip gone [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Wit' that friend zone) I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (Put my friends on) I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (Yeah) I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone (Yeah, yeah) Baby girl make that ass pop (Make that ass pop) Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (She get nothin' but backshots) Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (Try to run catch a backshot) Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot [Verse 2: Yhung T.O.] Catch me runnin' through the bands, damn Baby, know you fuckin' wit' the man, damn Don't understand what they sayin' (Oh, no, no) 'Cause I won't even speak if she less than a ten, yeah I'ma pass to my mans, yeah I be hot, need a fan, damn Big Glock I can't hold up my pants (Oh, no, no) And baby girl you know that you fuckin' wit' the man [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] So, baby girl make that ass pop (Make that ass pop) Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (She get nothin' but backshots) Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (Try to run catch a backshot) Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot (Oh, no, no) I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Friend zone) I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (Put my friends on) I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (While your man gone) I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone