Friday Take ​​wifisfuneral

[Intro]
Hey Cris, fuck you
Hey, lower the adlibs just a little bit
This shit is so fire
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, a'ight

[Verse]
Okay, like, walked up in that section
I was raised with no love
Dust the dirt right off my feet
I was out there stacking my crumbs
Let's get it, now get this shit look like a whip, pop
You think you better than me? Stop
Ready to aim at your head top
Ready to aim at your—
Like, fuck getting conscious
I'm just honest, keep it sweet and so simple
Watch my partner by my side
They shot out racks, I just hit 'em
Did six tours in like two years
This shit like work, hope you get it
Catch me touring 'round your city
Fucking shit up, causing frenzies
Remember broke as fuck at Danny's
Now three thousand my sweater
Bitch, I'm right here in my bag
You think I'm over an angel
Bitch, I'm ducked off like I'm Bruce Wayne
But hell nah, I won't save you
Bitch, I'm ducked off like I'm Bruce Wayne
But hell nah, I won't save you
Okay, like hol' up, 'bout to reload
My career no cheat code
I'm twenty in my beast mode
My lil' baby a freak hoe
Keep that low, you peep though
Diamond sea on freeze mode
My lil' baby a freak hoe
Keep that low, you peep though