[Chorus: Raxgoinup]
Boy ain’t my friend, he ain’t friendly
Yeah, he’s a bitch, he an enemy
Bitch, I snapped two [?] like Kennedy
Fourty shots, they gon’ remember me, yeah, yeah, they gon’ remember me
We ain’t sippin’ no henny, henny, I been high like a jet (Yeah, yeah)
Cook him up like a chef, bitch giving me neck
Yeah, beat your ass, no ref, bitch, we leaving you dead
Back in the Honda, we count up the racks
Back of the Bentley, we counting up stacks
No, we ain’t friendly, man, you gonna get stabbed
And I’m making a hit and I’m fucking your bitch, I’m like run that muhfucker’ right back
Yeah, bitch, we getting you hit, yeah, bitch, we pull up with sticks
Yeah, I’m back in that bitch when she suckin’ dick
Yeah, bitch, full Balenci’ fit, yeah, bitch
[Verse: Breno4l]
I call up my plug, getting the drop for the mud, pull up, we shooting him up
I ain’t showing love, all of these bitches wan’ fuck, I told ‘em to get in the back of the truck, of the bus
I just walked in like “wassup”, we shut down the party, we ain’t giving no fucks
Yeah, I make the money in a rush, I pop the Perc’ for the buzz
Yeah, huh, in the frog eye Bentley, pull up with fullys, ain’t pull up with Semis
My gang too deadly, hit BNB, we gon’ fuck in the telly
Had to hide my gas, way too smelly
Run from the law, lil’ bitch, no telling
We finna shoot at your melon, that boy gon’ be sent to heaven
Walk in the store and I cop me the Ksubis
These diamonds they sit on my body, they rubies
Me and your bitch finna fuck, make a movie
I’m in the big body Benz, start moving
Slanging the tooly, I’ma hit ‘em with the two piece
You ain’t never rock no Gucci, fake drip, it’s some pucci
Going full throttle, bitch send a pic and that ass is colossal
We the ones poppin’ them bottles, we the ones poppin’ them Percs
We the ones getting the money, you ain’t getting shit, lil’ bitch, boy, your ass is a nerd
Yeah, just take a look in her eyes, I’m finna hop in that ride
Switch to the Urus, too drunk, might die
Been doing this for years, they know I’m that guy
They pull me over, I ain’t paying no fine
Way too up now, don’t wait in no line
Bitch, don’t waste my time, I don’t give a fuck you a dime
This for the ones who be turning it up
Rolling a 3.5, burning it up
That ain’t your bitch, she be flirting it up
The car too small, got to switch to the truck
[Bridge: Breno4l]
We finna switch to the truck
Pull up, all black, big Bentley truck
Jump in that bitch on the side, what?
I’m finna get me the– huh
Huh, bitch, you not friendly
Bitch, you’re my enemy
Huh, doubled up, huh
[Chorus: Raxgoinup]
Boy ain’t my friend, he ain’t friendly
Yeah, he’s a bitch, he an enemy
Bitch, I snapped two [?] like Kennedy
Fourty shots, they gon’ remember me, yeah, yeah, they gon’ remember me
We ain’t sippin’ no henny, henny, I been high like a jet (Yeah, yeah)
Cook him up like a chef, bitch giving me neck
Yeah, beat your ass, no ref, bitch, we leaving you dead
Back in the Honda, we count up the racks
Back of the Bentley, we counting up stacks
No, we ain’t friendly, man, you gonna get stabbed
And I’m making a hit and I’m fucking your bitch, I’m like run that muhfucker’ right back
Yeah, bitch, we getting you hit, yeah, bitch, we pull up with sticks
Yeah, I’m back in that bitch when she suckin’ dick
Yeah, bitch, full Balenci’ fit, yeah, bitch