#WholeLotta Yung Frendi (Ft. Kyce)

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Frendi]
Whole lotta swag
Whole lotta money
And whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta hoes and cars
Yung Frendi, he on a mission
I put a rack on his head
That boy, you know that he missin'
Can't fuck wit' you girl, you gotta keep yo' distance

[Chorus: Yung Frendi]
All of my diamonds they dance
That bitch, she came from Japan
They be like, "Frendi, boy how do you do it", huh
I cannot tell you the plan
I cannot tell you the swag
It's just the way I am
Why these niggas some fans
Girl, just hold my hand

[Verse: Kyce]
I walk in the room and I'm leaving 'em speechless
I spent three K on the belt though
Rocking these Ricky's, this shit ain't no Velcro
I'm the in these streets just like Elmo
Carry a pole just like Donatello
And I ball, I'm feeling like Melo
And my Lambo' is yellow
Real deal grinder, I'm all 'bout my pesos
Nigga talk shit and we give him a halo
These bullets they hot feel like volcano
I feel like big Soulja, I care a Draco
Obsessed with the money and drugs
Performing shows at the clubs
Only care about Benji's, don't care 'bout no ones
Unlimited bitches, unlimited funds