Bestfriend Lyrics

Who are you? What you do?

Where your dough? Where your hoe?

Where your bands? Where your fans?

I used to guap as a face fan

Thump through the stack with my right hand

I'm toting the Glock in my left hand

You fuck with the guap, you a dead man

Whoadie that chopper my best friend

Who are you? What you do?

Where your dough? Where your hoe?

Say no more, I don't need to know

You a pussy nigga, you don't know the ropes

Never heard a Glock, never seen the scope

I was serving dope, You was cuffin' hoes

You was kissing ass, Now these niggas broke

Nigga that's just how the story goes

Whip it up, scraping the fuckin' bowl

I put Supreme on my fuckin' toes

Whoadie payed 800 bones for those

I dip my neck in the fuckin' gold

Whip it up, scrape it up out the bowl

I put Supreme on my fuckin' toes

You was kissin' ass, now these niggas broke

Nigga that's just how the story goes

Look, listen

Now I hear you tryna get a pint now

Listen, I done told you

This ain't ice cream baby girl, This is lean

Who are you? What you do?

Where your dough? Where your hoe?

Where your bands? Where your fans?

I used to guap as a face fan

Thump through the stack with my right hand

I'm toting the Glock in my left hand

You fuck with the guap, you a dead man

Whoadie that chopper my best friend

Whoadie that chopper my best man

Me and the guap got a wedding band

I'm about to pop me a rubber band

You is a lil' pussy petty boy

Ridin' in the Chevy with hella toys

Pourin up muddy I'm all for it

I fuck with the trap cause it bring me joy

Me and my niggas be makin' noise

Now tell me just what do you want from me

I keep the money and I keep the dope with me

Roll with the dope like I'm a mobile pharmacy

Baby keep strokin', she call cuz she wanting me

Baby want dope, then that bitch probably callin' me

If not, then she still probably callin' me

I put these hoes on the muhhfuckin' doggy leash

Run it up, get to the money g

Yeah, what you say you need

About a half a pint

Yeah, this ain't ice cream, baby girl

This is lean

Who are you? What you do?

Where your dough? Where your hoe?

Where your bands? Where your fans?

I used to guap as a face fan

Thump through the stack with my right hand

I'm toting the Glock in my left hand

You fuck with the guap, you a dead man

Whoadie that chopper my best friend