Last Friday Night (feat. Drowzy B & Kdot2x)

Nigga went out on a Friday night Couldn't wait 'til Edot seen the light Like damn how you get hit with your own pipe Name your song Friday but died on the same night Damn that boy went out in a hurry Couldn't wait to see that nigga Notti Ayo E with the dot you a dummy Like didn't you know not to trust on a thotty Opp thot we throw shots at her body How you ran on your mans niggas fools I ain't hear nothing yet since you been on the news But all they gone do is cap up in the booth Shot a vid at that dead nigga funeral Pass me the Edot when it's time to clock out Niggas don't be your mans I done seen a whole flick of that nigga dead body on clubhouse DD said Notti throw throw throw Caught him lacking he died by the poke He said E with the dot creep creep Rock a bye baby put him straight to sleep Stop the cap you not dropping the 4zz Roll up the Dotty mix it with the Notti Couple O's they got turned to a zombie You niggas looking for me come and find me Fuck Dotty I roll him he dead Nigga went for the pistol and blew out his head Spin through the Hill I'm trying to catch a M It's like forty-two shots is what I'm trying to send Give a fuck bout a O, let it blow See DD get shot through the coat Keep a knock everywhere that I go Like Notti was lacking where the fuck your pole They carried that dumb nigga right up the steps Everywhere that I go niggas know I'm a vet Notti bopping I'm punching my hip And then Edot got hit so I'm tapping my head Edot, Notti dead in my spliff Charlie, Noah got kicked in his shit I said what I said nigga suck my dick See a O in the V and I'm flipping the whip Niggas stay tryna rap but not get back Stay with the makks we hopping out the Maybach Said he spinning my block then say that E put the dot to his brain that's a head tap Don't try to act up bitch imma spray that Nigga Notti went out on that mission Like wassup with the dissing How you gone cap in the booth when all ya bro's went missing Nigga Notti had died by the poke And then Edot got hit they got fame now Run up on me I do you like Noah I'm stomping and stomping 'til I see his brains out Niggas sacrificing all they brothers I'm smoking they dead's now roll me up another Bitch I'm Trendy put that on my mother I catch an Osama next they going under