Endzone

[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 get to spittin' 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)

Strictly 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