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Next Friday
1,427
Hip-Hop/Rap
Next Friday was released on November 23, 2022 by Rundown 4 as a part of the album Next Friday - Single
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Release DateNovember 23, 2022
LabelRundown 4
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

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Lyrics

I used to smoke in my pad on Friday
Ditched on the same day now I smoke quay
Know I'm blowing this bitch every **** look my way
Boy smoke a **** mama quick how I play
Run them down and blow RK, big chop **** ain't smoking my way
Got a duck in the wood I don't like how he taste
So I rather be cool and just smoke on the quay
Spent so many times, make him die like you're loaded
The Glock in my hand, see the ice and I'm scorned
Make a **** move out like an eviction notice
He died by the hoe, ****, that shit bogus
Pull up with 200, ****, fuck big words
We spent on bro, ****, it's your turn
Drop a song, got blitz, boy, these **** gon' learn
Put this Glock to his head like a motherfuckin' perm
I don't fuck with these **** like Aryan Nash
Push up, get it poppin', a good celebration
But **** had rent, so the fuck had to trade
Did a fiver how he feel how the fuck that he make it
Smokin' all your geet, then I put nine to weed
**** postin' that low, spend a block, get to, squeezin'
Quit muggin', yo, ass ain't no motherfuckin' demon
Set 'em up with a ho', booty, these **** too easy
Pull up, pop a shit like a bump or a wheelie
Smokin' nine out of wood, but I might do a 50
Put your men's in a box, ****, fuck how you feelin'
Don't talk about shop if you can't pay the ticket
Put a brick on his head cause he thinkin' he Debo
I said to play on the chop, he gone
Ain't duckin' shit, no, I'm givin' out free shit
Still too active, can't, I'm smokin' on T-Bone, slay shots
He rimmin', play like he a killer
Don't be like LeBron, get buffed, no pistol
You ain't never killed shit, how you hear everybody killin'?
Pull the fuck, ****, up, that's an early dismissal
New Glock, put a **** in a new hearse
All that drip, ****, go get some new words
I rip, I bet I'ma shoot first
Fuck a opp, ****, bitch, I'm on two percs
Still spendin', I know how I'ma feelin'
That shit ain't exotic, give it here, let me smell it
These **** ain't gangsta, these **** be tellin'
If I catch him lackin', send his ass to heaven
Slimey-ass **** took him down for a P
Twenty-five for a gram, I sold him CBD
Ain't nobody outside, we stalkin'
Where they be, he be dissin'
I'm mad because I spent on the ski
Ayy, this Friday, Sunday, I make it to church
I get in this bitch, I prepare all the work
Put a switch on the back, so it shoot like a bird
Get hit with this bitch, make his ass do the jump
Can vouch, ****, we been in a whole lot of blocks
And I'm everything, K got a whole lot of opps
Know I like to run down, send a whole lot of shots
Told his ass, buy a Glock, took him down in his car
You know I'm blowin', so don't even question
I know the trap, a lil' fuck, take him down if he flexin'
He spendin', we tired of molestin'
And, bitch, you can't get in this car if you ain't gettin' necked
Sip a drink off a Perc, I'll spaz on whoever
I steal and run down, I'ma cold bloody stepper
**** tough on the gram, you the same **** tellin'
Been in a **** block in a old school Chevy
Written by: La Coco
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