FLYLIKEDIS FRVRFRIDAY

[Pre-Chorus]
Five A.M. to my crib, you let your people know (People know)
That nigga got hit like mandem singin' C-Notes (Ayy)
It's a room full of niggas, what you mean, you don't deepthroat?
I just took a triple X, like R.I.P. his soul

[Chorus]
Fourteen for the sweater
Had to drop that bitch for the better, better
Too fly and I'm fed up
Slick thirty on me, bet I know how to get her (Yeah)
Had no bed, used to sleep on the floor (Uh-huh)
Now we good, so we sleep a lil' more (Uh-huh)
Give you time for you niggas to go (Uh-huh)
'Cause the Hennessy just for the whores (Oh)

[Post-Chorus]
She don't wanna talk, is it somethin' I said? (Oh)
Got it on lock, I ain't talking 'bout dreads
Plus, she wanna fuck but my niggas all here
I don't got a lot but a nigga's got bread (Yeah)
I've been on my T up shit lately (Yeah)
I just dropped bands, no Mercedes (Yeah)
Twenty inch rims, oh, oh, maybe (Yeah)
Tryna get a piece but it cost eighty (Oh)