Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blade Brown
Lead Vocals
Fredo
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Wrate
Songwriter
Marvin Bailey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swifta Beater
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Swifta Productions)
[Chorus]
No lie, ****, best know
Gyal ain't never put Fred in no friend zone (Never)
Free my ****, I just wanna see my friends home (Free 'em)
But we're still mixing Z's up with Benzo (Okay)
No lie, ****, best know
Gyal ain't never put Fred in no friend zone (Never)
Free my ****, I just wanna see my friends home (Free 'em)
But we're still mixing Z's up with Benzo (Okay)
[Verse 1]
I just beat a case and bought a big face
Half a ticket chillin' in that big safe
My **** Johnny pulled up in that big Wraith
You shoulda seen the look up on your bitch face
And **** making videos with money in it
Dug dealer video, I literally have money in it
Shout Floyd, yeah, fifty
And oh, I flew back to the strip and made fifty off O's, wait
Little **** taking pictures with the plug's Ps
Gonna get yourself in trouble if the plug sees
When I'm feeling like Skrilla, I take the plug's keys
And when I run off on the plug, we make the plug grease
My **** Prezi, calm, when he gets home
And he just copped a pendant with the best stones (Best stones)
'05, I swear down I had the best phone
Real talk, no lies, ****, best know
[Chorus]
No lie, ****, best know
Gyal ain't never put Fred in no friend zone (Never)
Free my ****, I just wanna see my friends home (Free 'em)
But we're still mixing Z's up with Benzo (Okay)
No lie, ****, best know
Gyal ain't never put Fred in no friend zone (Never)
Free my ****, I just wanna see my friends home (Free 'em)
But we're still mixing Z's up with Benzo (Okay)
[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm coming from a hella state
Now, Lanvin's the only L I take
We used to rob phones, but it never paid
So, I built my own phone and stuck to that like sellotape
When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade (Lemonade)
When life gave me pebbles, I made pebbles pay (Pebbles pay)
My youngens on the opp block with the hella blades
They're just tryna spill a ****'s Cherryade and get away
Louboutins with the prickles like they never shaved
My bitch is in her feelings and she never says
I swear I spend a thousand pounds like everyday
Rapping and I'm trapping, so I'm getting that in every way
Word to my coat hanger
You been rapping for years and you got no bangers
Oh, you're the savage of the year, but you got no hammers
No socks with the loafers on, that's gross swagger
I got no manners
[Chorus]
No lie, ****, best know
Gyal ain't never put Fred in no friend zone (Never)
Free my ****, I just wanna see my friends home (Free 'em)
But we're still mixing Z's up with Benzo (Okay)
No lie, ****, best know
Gyal ain't never put Fred in no friend zone (Never)
Free my ****, I just wanna see my friends home (Free 'em)
But we're still mixing Z's up with Benzo (Okay)
[Chorus]
No lie, ****, best know
Gyal ain't never put Fred in no friend zone (Never)
Free my ****, I just wanna see my friends home (Free 'em)
But we're still mixing Z's up with Benzo (Okay)
No lie, ****, best know
Gyal ain't never put Fred in no friend zone (Never)
Free my ****, I just wanna see my friends home (Free 'em)
But we're still mixing Z's up with Benzo (Okay)
Written by: Jonathan Wrate, Marvin Bailey
