FRIDAY Lyrics

(Damn Machu why'd you have to do em' like that)

I got a bag I'm living bigger now what's next?

Got this blicky in my lap and I use it to protect

Went from Citizen and upgraded Patek

Why you faking gangsta? You got no one to impress (To impress)

I don't fuck with nobody, I do it on my own (On my own)

She playing with my feelings tell me kiss her through the phone

I solo dolo bitch, yeah I do it all alone

Stacking up my bread for clout but you a rat I don't condone

Big ass, little waist, cute face, blunt laced

Yes, I got aim, don't play, fuck around get sprayed

Get paid, every motherfucking Friday

Big ass, little waist, cute face, blunt laced

Yes, I got aim, don't play, fuck around get sprayed

Get paid, every motherfucking Friday

Wanna see me cry and shit? Pop out his eyes and shit

No popping eyes in this bitch, number six baby still wouldn't miss

Bitch suck my dick, maybe, give me a kiss

Hang around killers they hittin' licks, been robbed before my brother empty the clip

Still empty now, cause they'd rather snitch

She playing with them toys, she finna get lit, she having two boys

Drake for Christmas, I'm not with gang but I'm on that shit

Big ass, little waist, cute face, blunt laced

Yes, I got aim, don't play, fuck around get sprayed

Get paid, every motherfucking Friday

Big ass, little waist, cute face, blunt laced

Yes, I got aim, don't play, fuck around get sprayed

Get paid, every motherfucking Friday