Friendly

[Intro: YNW Melly] Young Nigga World! Young Nigga Wave! Yeah! [Chorus: YNW Melly] Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope One hundred round extension with a telescope Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe I want racks sayin right now I want racks right fucking now If you don't have any then fuck you We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly [Verse 1: YNW Melly] Hit ya head and lick for 35 bands And I got them racks all inside my pants Bitch, these are Jordans I ain't rockin' vans 2018 I was rockin' vans I won't fuck that bih, 'cause I ain't friendly Young nigga running up them benjis Hoppin' out the coupe and evidently, evidently everybody envy [Chorus: YNW Melly] Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope One hundred round extension with a telescope Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe I want racks sayin right now I want racks right fucking now If you don't have any then fuck you We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly [Verse 2: YNW Melly] Loadin' up the semi and the carbon Bitch, you wanna fuck but we the hardest And lil Melly from the G, yeah, the gardens And she know a nigga finna go his hardest Hollow tips in this chopper, bitch, catch these shells YNW and bitch you know that shit forever Put the dope on the mothafuckin' damn scale Weight it up and if he play then shoot his ass [Chorus: YNW Melly] Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope One hundred round extension with a telescope Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe I want racks sayin right now I want racks right fucking now If you don't have any then fuck you We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly [Verse 3: Jit4 Stan] Ay, brodie, load up the .23 Don't you speak on me, 'cause we gon' get on feet We hoppin' out the V, I see my mans, they diamonds clean Brodie want the chain, I told him ''No'', that could trace back to you Diss the gang, playin', park the car, we gon' hop out and shoot Brodie do too much, he say he tryna stand over dude He tryna overkill, every drill is never fair The type of shit we do we gettin' life, we never gettin' bail It's a Young Nigga World, screamin' ''Free Li Mel'' If the judge gave me a hunnid years, I would never tell Yeah, I would never fold, if you bite that cheese you get exposed [Chorus: YNW Melly] Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope One hundred round extension with a telescope Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe I want racks sayin right now I want racks right fucking now If you don't have any then fuck you We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly