Not My Friend

(Okay, TK)

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Uh, uh, uh, yeah

Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, uh, Top

Yeah

Tell her, "Pull up to the show"

I know she gon' fuck for sure

Huh, she probably gon' fuck my bro

Huh, I buy out all the stores

And I buy out all the clothes

For to put that shit on in front of her friends

Babygirl, you're not my friend (Huh)

Babygirl, let's make ends

I'm not finna shake yo' hand

I just wanna beat yo' back in

My styrofoam double

Rick Owen my jacket

They both off of Codeine

She wanna get on it

You know that I'm focused

I get that ho loaded

I got Wok', I got trish

Gotta know that's my bitch, I promote her

Added up 'round this bitch, fucked the total

Do the dash in this bitch, blow the motor

I jump out with that stick, toe to toe

From the back with that ho, I'm a soldier

I'm not givin' up none of my money

I'm not lettin' none of them fuck me over

I been runnin' up hundreds up, mama

I ain't never forgot that I owe you (Yeah)

Come from bad to doin' good

It ain't perfect but understood

I got to be thankful for that blessin'

Designer clothes

Now, I got the finest hoes

Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls

I might as well send the bitch roses

Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"

Yeah (Ah)

I say, "I might as well buy this bitch roses"

Told the management send a bitch roses, wherever she was

Come in that red, that's blood

You know that my Five, lil' nigga, do not call me, "Cuz"

Don't try me and fuck up my buzz

I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with a bag

I fuck that bag up with that girl

Can't never go sad

Pop out with that Glock on they ass

I know that you're lovin' me, girl

Uh, yeah

Know that you're lovin', know that you're lovin' me, girl

Know that you love me, know that you love me

I know that you're lovin' me, girl

Uh-uh, oh, oh

She'll do it right now on these seats, yeah

She want Chanel and CC, yeah

She want it now, uh

To all the niggas I meet, yeah

Never gon' tell what you see, man

Know that that type of shit turnin' out bad

Girl, you're too bad

Hardbody, Patek

They disrespectin', we ain't goin' for that

And you know you call me then I'm runnin' for that

Hope inside that girl I'm wishin' a well

Roxanne on my mattress and I'm feelin' my jacket

I'm exposin' this shit and these niggas gon' steal

Nigga, you're cappin'

Lil' mama a hottie, she like how I rock it (Uh-uh)

Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Camari

Inside my home, I got a store, I got these classes

I got the whole damn department

She want the drugs that I'm on

I looked right at that bitch and paused it

Designer clothes

Now, I got to find these hoes

Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls

I might as well send a bitch roses

Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"

Yeah (Ah)

I say, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"