Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with that friend zone

I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on

I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (Yeah)

I'ma rush you till a **** reach the endzone (Yeah, yeah)

Baby girl, make that ass pop, ass drop

She get nothing but back shots

Tote a big Glock, try to run, catch a back shot

Baby, throw that ass and that check to my stash spot (Oh, oh, oh)

I ain't fuckin' with that friend zone

I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on

I'm just tryna get you while your man gone

I'ma rush you till a **** reach the endzone

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 (Oh)

Aye, lil ****, 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 fun like a thot bitch

Bitch, these Margiela's, lil **** they are not Timb's (Oh, no, no)

Bitch, and I ain't fuckin' with that friend zone

Strictly only brothers, so don't ask 'cause my friends gone

(Bitch, my friends gone)

Like Ed Hardy? Lil ****, this a Kenzo

Big Glock, make that bitch spit, now his head gone (Oh, oh, oh)

And I can 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

I ain't fuckin' with that friend zone

I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on

I'm just tryna get you while your man gone

I'ma rush your till a **** reach the end zone

Baby girl, make that ass pop, ass drop

She get nothing but back shots

Tote a big Glock, try to run, catch a back shot

Baby, throw that ass and that check to my stash spot (Oh, oh, oh)

Catch me runnin' through the bands, damn

Baby, know you fuckin' with the man, damn

Don't understand what they sayin' (No, 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, no, no, yeah, yeah)

And baby girl, you know that you fuckin' with the man

So baby girl, make that ass pop, ass drop

She get nothing but back shots

Tote a big Glock, try to run, catch a back shot

Baby, throw that ass and that check to my stash spot (Oh, oh, oh)

I ain't fuckin' with that friend zone

I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on

I'm just tryna get you while your man gone

I'ma rush you till a **** reach the end zone