Friend Zone Lil Keed

[Intro]
Hah
Grimlin
Fuck poppin' bro
Mothafuckin' hard (Xan)
Slatt
Wrestlin'
Turn up, slimeball

[Chorus]
Cars, we don't rent those
Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo
I'ma get some M, nigga, I'ma keep it trill, nigga
Yeah, if nigga 12, y'ain't tell, y'ain't spill, nigga

[Verse 1]
Make these niggas feel me, hunnid round drum leave a nightmare on Elm Street
Bitch, I slatt-slime with Zack Slime, yeah, we kill beef
Hotbox AMGs, and we had the cream seats
F&N tucked, it'll make a grown man scream
Run that paper up, but never let it change me
Up that blicky up, and you know we leave a crime scene
Money the model, I'm in the 'nolia with lotto
Tell a free-auto
Lil' big dawg in the hood, you know that these niggas gon' follow
Yeah, yeah, double cup the drank, bih
Young nigga hold, don't share no fear
When I drip out, you know it's severe
I'm with the slimes, you know that we here
Slidin' with slime, you know that we here
Told that ho to check the [?]
[?] on the fuckin' drum, nigga, you a fuckin' bear