Best Friend

[Intro]

(Yeah, woah, what?)

[Chorus]

Static, I swear you can have it, my gang totin' automatics (Yeah, woah, what?)

I ain't into fashion, I'm too busy paper stackin' (Yeah, woah, what?)

Better not be lackin', brodie catch you, you get flattened (Yeah, woah, what?)

I beat that ho back in and now she wan' be my best friend (Yeah, woo)

Don't do textin' (Woo), break up with a text, man (Woo)

In my left hand (Woo), got a MAC-11 (Woo)

Call the reverend (Woo), I think I'm finna—

[Verse]

Fall in love for that ho, her body, yeah (Her body)

He a bum, hit me 'cause I'm popular (About me)

She get naughty, yeah, slide in, she gon' top me, yeah (She gon' top me)

Like karate, yeah, on your block, I chop it up (Yeah, let's go)

Keep on talkin', yeah, I might just have to body ya

Ride like Kawasaki, pull me over, they can't stop me, yeah

Say that you gon' bop me, it ain't my fault your ho want me, yeah (Yeah)

Bet, I got a Tommy, recommend you do not try me, yeah (Yeah, woah)

[Chorus]

Static, I swear you can have it, my gang totin' automatics (Yeah, woah, what?)

I ain't into fashion, I'm too busy paper stackin' (Yeah, woah, what?)

Better not be lackin', brodie catch you, you get flattened (Yeah, woah, what?)

I beat that ho back in and now she wan' be my best friend (Yeah, woo)

Don't do textin' (Woo), break up with a text, man (Woo)

In my left hand (Woo), got a MAC-11 (Woo)

Call the reverend (Woo), I think I'm finna—

[Outro]

(Yeah, woah, woah)

(Yeah, woah, woah)

(Yeah, woah, woah)

(Yeah)