Friday

Friday nigga
 Whats the word
 You got something for me
 I'ma see you in 2 seconds
 Right, yo pull my Rover on the side
 Right there police coming man
 Heard me
 Verse 1:
 Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning
 And it's storming and we blitzed
 Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
 God had blood on his sweat pants
 The way the tech dance
 On a nigga face
 Son ain't have a chance
 Seen him high pitch yellow nigga
 >From outta town a young mellow ally
 Trying to run through
 Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
 When we caught him the only famous nigga
 Was a lord in his forum
 Bum nigga fresh outta jail
 I used to play baseball wid him
 'Til he got large son bought a whale
 As you're by the entrance
 Guess it's real nigga night out
 He moving on his own negligence
 Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back
 In the Acura spectacular big key stackeler
 Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut
 Trying to swim now
 Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
 We walked by eyeing 'im
 Shorty ain't looked
 He trying to get fly
 My niggas ain't dived on him
 Kase had the mack in the vest
 The way he moving might be dressed
 He made two rights nigga move left
 Standing by the incinerator
 Thank God he your generator
 I can tell bought his lady swade gators
 Yo now it's time to move
 Spit nozzles on the tools
 Might just bust him quiet style rules
 He walked out the crib yup drinked
 We at the elevator base
 Staring at the nigga chains shake
 We looked at him seen all crooked
 The we flashed on him
 He knew we was live
 My man Boo stashed on him
 Pulled out take of the wool
 Nigga cool out
 Walk you out the bulding
 Betta run nigga move out
 This nigga liver than fuck
 Larger than fuck betta kill me
 All y'all niggas is butt
 What spray it up
 Took the chains in case
 Shot him at point blank range
 He started screaming like a cave man
 Blood got a salty taste
 I can tell furniture fell out his place
 Laced now it's a case
 Threw up vomit on my Kobe
 Snatched all his ice now
 Chrome teeth boating of a loan key
 Didn't know the kid was large
 Hour later call from jail
 Mexicans surrounding the Gods
 Chill you bigga than the ocean
 Slow motion play it off no emotion
 But my man in there grossing
 What to do they might kill him
 We might kill you circulate death
 That's how the real do
 We sat there 3 live macks of the year
 Crack beers one nigga in the back
 Washing off his trackers
 Don't take it serious
 Vivid flow luxurious
 I'm hearing this'll
 Make a real nigga curious
 Friday my day chill pop
 Leave 'em on the highway
 Betty won't never fly my way