Last friday Lyrics

And I'm out here in the night

Yeah, I was taught to make the money

Cause it don't make the man

Stay out the way and ring your check up as quick as you can

And we don't do no favors or handouts

Boy, we'll slap your hand

Lil' bro just got in the pack

He was slappin' off them Xans

Lil' bro caught the SRT

I went and caught me a Trans Am

I was brought up with the shooters

They hit a grand slam

And I been out here serving these pebbles

Like I'm Bam Bam

I was running with the pilgrims

I like to blam blam

You was out here running around with tattletales

And got your man can

I just fucked off on a nigga bitch

I'm like, hell yeah

I had to tell Ethan got it in

She gave me head head

I'm bleeped up and this bitch got a stick

And I ain't take my meds

They like, Timmy on bullshit

He got one in the head

I ain't take that bitch out the chamber

When I went to sleep and it's in my bed

I lay with it

Nigga playin' with it

Ayy, got my first check and started playin' with it

We heard lil' buddy got some money, baby

But they pretendin

Ballin' on these niggas like Kobe Bryant

Mixed with Derrick Fisher

So much money in the attic

I'm hibernatin' on niggas for the winter

Ayy, chase it back

Guess I been runnin' quicker

Winner, winner, ayy

I just earned a chicken dinner

If shorty round the way

I bought her the paper

Then I might fuck with her

We ridin' out the station

Got the K and I got the birds with us

And you can't ride with me n tut

If you ain't swerve' with us

SRT, jumped the curb

Now I got a fender bender

My wrist get tighter

Cookin' work, I put it in the blender

Bitch, I'm three, I can't come second

I'm always the winner

Servin' dope in the summer

Thought it was December

Drinkin' Luna back to back

It don't hurt my liver

Wanna fuck one of my followers

But I already hit her

Put that bitch in the backwood, we started with swishers

Uh, the way I'm thumbin

Threw this money, get a blister

If that bitch ass wasn't fat enough

I want her sister

Caught a case out of town

Fuck my lawyer, they dismissed it

Don't see eye to eye with my mama

She think that I'm ignorant

Rest in peace to Tatum bitch ,

Swear to God, I can't forget it

I know my grandma always prayin

She don't like the way Im livin

But I still do my thing

Every day, bitch, I'm sinnin

I ain't have to eat a Percocet

Bitch, I'm a gremlin

Ayy, if these niggas got a problem

Guess we can meet up

Feel like Craig runnin' around the neighborhood

After Devo got beat up

I heard Buddy ballin

But he just flexin' with his real

They split the bend and robbed that lil' nigga

If they ask me, I ain't seen nothin

Badass lil' nigga

When I was in school, they used to write me up

Now I walk in, drippin' so much sauce

They gotta wipe the shit up

Swear to God, I thought that lil' bitch was squirrel

The way she like my nut

Told her that if I touch her, then she gone

And I got the Midas touch

Fell in love with the Pyrex and the Stove

That's always been my crush

I just called my cousin, Claude

Yeah, he came in clutch

Tut dropped somebody they couldn't find him, it's an Easter hunt

Bitch, I been up in my bag

I don't need no front

Heard them corns want beef

I eat it up for lunch

Ain't no second guessin' me

I done seen too much

I ran off on the plug

Now he can't get in touch

Heard a pussy want smoke

Left him in the dust

Heard a pussy want smoke

Left him in the dust

Heard a pussy want smoke

Left him in the dust