Better As Friends Lyrics

You hit me To pull up

Bitch it's 3 am

I already told you that we better as friends

I don't really think that we should do dis again

But yo ass be so toxic that you hit me again

So now you pull up

I get you right yea

Now she asking me if she can spend the night yea

Sorry baby I am not the type yea

Baby Yo ass gonna Uber home tonight yea

One my shawties

Rollin up them swishers

Got her wet like I been making swishes

Pour up that 42

Hop in the bimmer

When she drunk she shake it like a stripper

Go head shake it baby

For a winner

If she shake it right then ima tip her

Boy don't play wit me

Go play wit yo bitch

I am not a Angel I'm a sinner

I Hit this bitch up Whassup for dinner

Heart stay colder than a winter

Money coming in like we got printers

Hustle till I'm making seven figures

Circle gettin small its gettin thinner

Member in the trap I was a trimmer

Now I copped my own spot and life way bigger

Steaks for the dinner fine liquors

Wavy in this bitch just like a river

Wood grain in the whip it give me splinters

Party on a boat wit fine bitches

Exes lookin back they hella bitter

Talk a lot a shit but I deliver

She a demon baby love to watch them thrillers

Im at home plotting on my next winner

Get a text like "wyd?" now I'm grinning

Shawty tellin me to

Pull up

Bitch it's 3 am

I already told you that we better as friends

Ion really think that we should do dis again

But yo ass be so toxic that you hit me again

So now you pull up

I get you right yea

Now she asking me if she can spend the night yea

Sorry baby I am not the type yea

Baby Yo ass gonna Uber home tonight yea

Scared to fall in love cuz people know no better

You might think you know but baby I know better

Don't care you been wit others baby, I'm way better

She gon hit me up And ima beat the beat the beat the beat the

Aye, Yea I beat thang up

If you tryna smoke I got a ounce in the truck

Yo friends never like me but I don't give a fuck

They ain't had no one like me they lame ass stuck

Keep that shit a buck

I'm a westside boy fuck a bitch in some chucks

Screaming rip mg till that shit stuck

Right there by the bed where I keep the strap tuck

She just wanna turn up

Wilin' off a Tesla but not that musk, aye

Finish at the crib after we got drunk

Do dis shit again baby month after month

You hit me To pull up

Bitch it's 3 am

I already told you that we better as friends

I don't really think that we should do dis again

But yo ass be so toxic that you hit me again

So now you pull up

I get you right yea

Now she asking me if she can spend the night yea

Sorry baby I am not the type yea

Baby Yo ass gonna Uber home tonight yea