Bestie

[Intro] I need the baddes— I need the ba—, I need the— I need the baddest bitches as my best friends I need the baddes— I need the ba—, I need the— (Uh) [Verse] I need the baddest bitches as my best friends Yeah, your shawty be all in my DMs Her body a ten, but she lookin' like Ayn Rand Think they John Woo', I'm like Ty Lue I'ma bring adjustments to the game plan I be cleaned up in the Gucci They ain't even think I was the same man New money bring out the best me And we fightin' the blade of the mushrikeen Deuce Deuce, spill the juice of fiends Whose noose can reduce the dream David Dukes' tryna doom the team Shit really comedy I got flavors that ebony, ivory That mahogany talkin' monogamy But I fuck with the trey, that's polygamy Undercover, they tryin' to get with me And I'm never relaxin', I'm stackin' I tax for the feature like Uber deliveries Might just put half a bar in your eulogy, wait Ghais the hunter of paradise That was never a debate Niggas ain't seen a rapper that was this hungry since 50 Cent lost the weight (Aye) I could sell out every state Big G puttin' food on your plate They imitate, but they never replace Black God, the superior race, look (Uh) Came from the lava with llamas And food for the mommas That's battlin' real qualms Keep my hand steady, ready to Turn The Birth of a Nation to stillborns Touchdown, new shit finna' hit like fire Reach for the champ, and we hit like "fa" Clips stay fire, Bitch stay fire Mention my name, then he ready to die She can't behave, said the dick is a lot Drip the only time I fuck with a cop Did so much damage in so little time Shit, almost like I was born to be hot I suggest you keep it PG We got clips if you thinkin' that shit is kawaii I cannot wait to cop BB's I be saggin' Ksubi to show off the Glock Lawyer just had to get CC'd Doing mob talk, yeah, we really got ties Giftin' you niggas, I switch up the flow I got so many styles that I cannot flop