Best Friend Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Yeah-yuh)

(Yeah-yuh)

(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

Fourfive hit he a deadman

Fourfive hit he breakfast

I ain't hit that bed, I'm restless

I just want that bread, no testing

Stick hit his lower intestine (Ahh)

Japanese bitch fuck her out the Westin (Ahh)

You gon' trap but you do to impress them (Ahh)

How the fuck would you settle for less then?

Say that shit in my ear, you my best friend

And we staying together it all ends

When I go up just know, I got ball in hand

No, I can't ever fold need a hunnid bands

When I hopped in that trap, do my Murda dance

And these niggas so foo, you ain't heard of them

55 bullets bitch we send them bullets then

PS2 I pull up I make a bully spin

We baring arms in this bitch, we got hella mans

And we know that you pussy go head, go and tell your mans (Go head tell em)

I had flooded my thoughts in my brain with them Benjamins (Yeah)

This ain't 'sum you can fix—you broke this shit, yeah, you bend (Oh, yeah)

And you better stay out the mix, we keep them sticks like the Borderlands

I hit the strip with the board in hand

Now I'm going ghost like John Cunningham

I get mad and I hit-stick shit like ram

I'm finna flip this bitch on cam

I got pots in the kitchen, this shit like a yam

And this shit a tradition, bitch look at my hand

We really dishing, the fuck is a gram?

Fourfive hit he a deadman

Fourfive hit he breakfast

I ain't hit that bed, I'm restless

I just want that bread, no testing

Stick hit his lower intestine

Japanese bitch fuck her out the Westin

You gon' trap but you do to impress them

How the fuck would you settle for less then

Say that shit in my ear you my best friend