Bestie Lyrics

I need the baddest bitches

As my best friends

Yeah ya shawty be all in my DMs

Her body a ten

But she lookin like Ayn Rand

Think they John Woo

Im like Ty Lue

Ima bring adjustments to the gameplan

I be cleaned up in the Gucci

They aint even think

I was the same man

New money bringin out

The best me, and we

Fightin the blade of the mushrikeen

Deuce Deuce spill the juice of fiends

Whose noose can reduce the dream

David Dukes tryna doom the team

Shit really comedy

I got flavors that ebony, ivory

That mahogany talkin monogamy

But i fuck with the trey, that's polygamy

Undercover, they tryin to get with me

And im never relaxin, im stackin

I tax for the feature like Uber deliveries

Might just put half a bar in ya eulogy

Wait

Ghais the hunter of paradise

That was never a debate

Niggas aint seen a rapper that was this

Hungry since 50 Cent

Lost the weight

Aye

I could sell out every state

Big G puttin food on ya plate

They imitate but they never replace

Black God, the superior race

Look

Came from the lava with

Llamas and food for the mommas

That's battlin real qualms

Keep my hand steady, ready to

Turn the Birth of a Nation to

Stillborns

Touchdown, new shit finna hit

Like fye

Reach for the champ

And we hit like fye

Clips stay fye

Bitch stay fye

Mention my name then he ready to die

She cant behave, said the dick is a lot

Drip the only time i fuck with a cop

Did so much damage in so little time

Shit almost like i was born to be hot

I suggest you keep it PG

We got clips if you thinkin that shit is kawaii

I cannot wait to cop BBs

I be saggin Ksubi to show off the glock

Lawyer just had to get CC'd

Doin mob talk, yeah we really got ties

Giftin you niggas, i switch up the flow

I got so many styles that i cannot flop