[Intro]
From Parts Unknown
SOB RBE that's the gang bitch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Yeah
I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Wit' that friend zone)
I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (Put my friends on)
I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (Yeah)
I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone (Yeah, yeah)
Baby girl make that ass pop (Make that ass pop)
Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (She get nothin' but backshots)
Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (Catch a backshot)
Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot
I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Wit' that friend zone)
I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (Put my friends on)
I'm just tryna get you while your man gone
I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Chop at this, spin this bitch fire like a manager
Hit it from the back, she can't move like I damaged her
Let the chop go, this bitch paint like a pedicure
Free T, free pops, got me sheddin' tears
Aye, lil' nigga what's your profit?
Every gun got a ruler, what the fuck is a stock clip? (Yeah, yeah)
Let them thangs blow if it's funk like a thot bitch
Bitch these Margiela's, lil' nigga these are not Timbs (Oh, no, no)
Bitch, and I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Wit' that friend zone)
We Only Brothers, so don't ask 'cause my friends gone ('Cause my friends gone)
A Ed Hardy? Lil' nigga, this a Kenzo
Big Glock, make that bitch spit now his hip gone
And I could name a couple hoes that I did wrong (Yeah, yeah)
Lost my bro to the feds so I sip strong
I don't got the patience, you ain't fuckin' bitch get gone
You ain't stitch lip, let off shots now your lip gone
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Wit' that friend zone)
I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (Put my friends on)
I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (Yeah)
I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone (Yeah, yeah)
Baby girl make that ass pop (Make that ass pop)
Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (She get nothin' but backshots)
Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (Try to run catch a backshot)
Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Catch me runnin' through the bands, damn
Baby, know you fuckin' wit' the man, damn
Don't understand what they sayin' (Oh, no, no)
'Cause I won't even speak if she less than a ten, yeah
I'ma pass to my mans, yeah
I be hot, need a fan, damn
Big Glock I can't hold up my pants (Oh, no, no)
And baby girl you know that you fuckin' wit' the man
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
So, baby girl make that ass pop (Make that ass pop)
Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (She get nothin' but backshots)
Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (Try to run catch a backshot)
Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot (Oh, no, no)
I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (Friend zone)
I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (Put my friends on)
I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (While your man gone)
I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone