Good Friday Lyrics

Watch me walk up in this bitch like I'm Michael myers

Think I'm riding on rims like a flat tire

And I'm all up in the mix like a pot pie

And I'm up up out this bitch like ta da

They think he done but he ain't done yet

Why the fuck you celebrate when you ain't won yet

Need to see eight digits like a fuckin vet

Double n gone make em hoooh like I'm through the net

And he ain't done until they make em

Benji tied up like I'm tryna fuckin break em

Jump up off the porch land and shake the foundation

All about money and my fam when I awaken

Built this shit from ground up like my house hoe

I ain't ever gettin evicted head of household

Never been a big bro but they follow

Bullets hit you like a cave huh hallow

Bitch I got it jumpin like I said boo

Ain't no hand me downs this be brand new

I been making hits with my wife in the room

Son been hearing fye ever since the womb

And it's been fuck what you wanting imma do it my way

Heading straight for hell with traffic on the highway

You ain't ever catch me lacking broad day

And you don't really want this beef Good Friday