Best Friend

Lyrics

YSL for life, bitch
 Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else
 Free the GOAT!
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 Take them boys to school, swagonometry
 Bitch I'm bleeding bad, like a bumble bee
 Hold up! Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed
 I'ma eat that booty just like groceries
 Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like "let's do it"
 No Tiger bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood
 Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood
 I want them tacos that are Meagan Good
 Helicopter choppin' with the buz
 Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge
 Bang that other side, nigga curb
 And my reefer louder than a speaker
 Yeah my niece is hanging with The Beatles
 If you ever find her, better keep her
 Thirty seven cameras for the sneakers
 Goin' out like Ox or Beanie Sigel
 Send a cop, I can't wait to mistreat 'em
 Forcin' your ho, I can't wait to mislead 'em
 And beat 'em, they ain't my people
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today
 I done cut back on that lean, I'm on that Hen' and D'ussé
 Don't do no talkin' when you see him, you better shoot in his face
 I got a hundred bitches that can't wait to replace
 Michael Jackson nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin'
 The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shopping
 Me a horny goat, I'm boolin' at the bull stop
 No I can't get arrested cause I'm talkin' bout my necklace
 I'mma put that bitch in the buck, I'm a dog, let's get stuck
 My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck
 Waddup cus? Here yo' cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup
 Your crew suck, don't got bucks, these ain't drugs nigga
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 
 YSL for life, bitch
 Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else
 Free the GOAT!
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 Take them boys to school, swagonometry
 Bitch I'm bleeding bad, like a bumble bee
 Hold up! Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed
 I'ma eat that booty just like groceries
 Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like "let's do it"
 No Tiger bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood
 Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood
 I want them tacos that are Meagan Good
 Helicopter choppin' with the buz
 Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge
 Bang that other side, nigga curb
 And my reefer louder than a speaker
 Yeah my niece is hanging with The Beatles
 If you ever find her, better keep her
 Thirty seven cameras for the sneakers
 Goin' out like Ox or Beanie Sigel
 Send a cop, I can't wait to mistreat 'em
 Forcin' your ho, I can't wait to mislead 'em
 And beat 'em, they ain't my people
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today
 I done cut back on that lean, I'm on that Hen' and D'ussé
 Don't do no talkin' when you see him, you better shoot in his face
 I got a hundred bitches that can't wait to replace
 Michael Jackson nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin'
 The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shopping
 Me a horny goat, I'm boolin' at the bull stop
 No I can't get arrested cause I'm talkin' bout my necklace
 I'mma put that bitch in the buck, I'm a dog, let's get stuck
 My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck
 Waddup cus? Here yo' cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup
 Your crew suck, don't got bucks, these ain't drugs nigga
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 
 YSL for life, bitch
 Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else
 Free the GOAT!
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 Take them boys to school, swagonometry
 Bitch I'm bleeding bad, like a bumble bee
 Hold up! Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed
 I'ma eat that booty just like groceries
 Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like "let's do it"
 No Tiger bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood
 Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood
 I want them tacos that are Meagan Good
 Helicopter choppin' with the buz
 Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge
 Bang that other side, nigga curb
 And my reefer louder than a speaker
 Yeah my niece is hanging with The Beatles
 If you ever find her, better keep her
 Thirty seven cameras for the sneakers
 Goin' out like Ox or Beanie Sigel
 Send a cop, I can't wait to mistreat 'em
 Forcin' your ho, I can't wait to mislead 'em
 And beat 'em, they ain't my people
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today
 I done cut back on that lean, I'm on that Hen' and D'ussé
 Don't do no talkin' when you see him, you better shoot in his face
 I got a hundred bitches that can't wait to replace
 Michael Jackson nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin'
 The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shopping
 Me a horny goat, I'm boolin' at the bull stop
 No I can't get arrested cause I'm talkin' bout my necklace
 I'mma put that bitch in the buck, I'm a dog, let's get stuck
 My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck
 Waddup cus? Here yo' cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup
 Your crew suck, don't got bucks, these ain't drugs nigga
 That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
 Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
 I'm gon' skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me
 And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
 Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
 Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile cause she on fleek
 Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
 Hey-yeah!
 

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Duration
03:33
Key
8
Tempo
127 BPM

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