Bestie ft. Tdot & Mad Maz Lyrics

Bitch I'm uping this pole and it's no where to run

Spin thru the rose and I'm spinning for fun

Spot lil ocky put him in the trunk

Caught lj have him doing stunts

These niggas be capping and lying on my name

"Glahh"

but they put in no pain

Sin got packed

Turned him into a strain

Ski mask on I bet I hit that stain

I stand on my 10 toes till the end

Lil freak told her bring her friend

N we hop in a 4 door when we spin

Gotta pocket rocket call it lin

We gon put him up bullitin

Loose screw Ima go for the win

Outside never in

Don't front you get left in the wind

Don't front you get left in the wind

On the deuce smoking on sin

Where the skis never gon spin

Hop out the ride we throwing like 10

Like 5 for you and your friend

Chilling with apes you know we gon win

Free the bros that's locked in the pen

They was outside tryna catch them a-

Never backing down like bitch ima step

Spinning lurking counting every rep

N we acting for back doors jhonny depp

We the ones that be uppin the temp

Spin They side you won't see him again

Phew phew

Watch him drop when we bend

Stay 050 keep watch of ya friends

Fuck a link we ain't making amends

Fuck a link we ain't making a-

Don't talk till you see thru my lens

4.5 go straight thru ya benz

More life for the ones in the pen

Will I fuck n the leave it depend

Like when you gon realize

See the the real lies

Of the one who don't know

Feeling on stuck N my heart is on cold

But im moving too bold

And im moving too cold

Catch lil acey you know ima throw glah

Yo tp, you know you a bitch

When I catch you better have your grip nigga

Ima back out the 40 bet that shit got a kick

Tryna hopout leave him on the strip

With my 2s we gon blitz

Throwin the deuce with the flick of the risk

Ill shot bet its leaving him sick

Im a hothead ready to hit

Tryna load lead In a blick go tricking out with a brick

Ima boss don lil bitch!

Boss don spartan beating my chest

Tacted up with a cadet

Niggas silver made in the flesh

Stomping shaking shit in the sec

Stoned face no regrets

Ready to take flight make a mess

On a skiball draw a tech

Bullets bee-lines hit his chest

Put a ball out to the test

Fatboy balled out to rest

Throwing up mak n I'm hitting the neck

Balling out he ain't give it his best

Boy strike out no amends

Twisting his fingers got him stretched

Who bound to ball? Who got next?

Choppa gon vent too take a breath

Spin at the wheel Alex trebeck

Fuck 24 boy spinned out met his death

Boys spinnin but no specs

Boys dissing but no rekk

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