letra de bestfriend - hemii
[intro]
ha-ha, ha-ha (yeah-yeah)
ha-ha, ha-ha (yeah-yeah-yeah)
ha-ha, la-la (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
ha-ha (yeah-yeah)
[chorus]
i done ran my bands up, she want me to f-ck
rob a n-gga, put yo’ hands up, i don’t give no f-ck
with my n-ggas, we been mobbin’, finna go hop out that truck (ha-ha)
you a l!ck, n-gga, we gon’ take yo’ sh-t, you out of luck (yeah-yeah)
b-tch, i’m sticked up, lil’ boy, don’t get hit up
brodie got that sh-t tucked, glocky mess his tee up (yeah-yeah, ha-ha)
i don’t need a gun, like, n-gga, you could still get beat up (yeah, yeah)
i pop me a perky, and it give me acid reflux
i been flippin’ packs, got my gang tryna re-up (oh)
he put it on god he was gon’ shoot when he seen us
yo’ lil’ b-tch a fan, shе cannot wait til’ she meet us (uh-uh)
p-ssy n-gga talkin’ down and he get hit with thе nina (yeah, lil’ b-tch)
[verse]
this sh-t, it go down (ha-ha)
that b-tch wanna f-ck, like where you at, ho? i’m around
he was talkin’ on the ‘net, so i pulled up to his house
choppa hit him in the neck, now that lil’ boy out of bounds (lil’ boy out of bounds)
racks in, got the racks in (yeah)
i’ma f-ck that b-tch, i’m finna take her to the west end (to the west end)
kickin’ sh-t like tekken, she wan’ be my best friend (yeah-yeah)
f-ck that b-tch from textin’, gotta get my bag again
i ran up my bag again, that boy lame, he capped again (yeah-yeah)
she gon’ let me back in, switchy, what i’m packin’ (yeah)
count up with my left hand, n-ggas switch up like a d-mn trend (yeah-yeah)
he get smoked like dab pen, i don’t want no d-mn friends
[chorus]
i done ran my bands up, she want me to f-ck
rob a n-gga, put yo’ hands up, i don’t give no f-ck
with my n-ggas, we been mobbin’, finna go hop out that truck (ha-ha)
you a l!ck, n-gga, we gon’ take yo’ sh-t, you out of luck (yeah-yeah)
b-tch, i’m sticked up, lil’ boy, don’t get hit up
brodie got that sh-t tucked, glocky mess his tee up (yeah-yeah, ha-ha)
i don’t need a gun, like, n-gga, you could still get beat up (yeah, yeah)
i pop me a perky, and it give me acid reflux
i been flippin’ packs, got my gang tryna re-up (oh)
he put it on god he was gon’ shoot when he seen us
yo’ lil’ b-tch a fan, she cannot wait til’ she meet us (uh-uh)
p-ssy n-gga talkin’ down and he get hit with the nina (yeah, lil’ b-tch)
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