NBA Youngboy - Not My Friend

NBA Youngboy - Not My Friend
(Okay, TK)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, Top
Yeah

Tell her, "Pull up to the show"
I know she gon' fuck for sure
Huh, she probably gon' fuck my bro
Huh, hop out at all the stores
And I bought all the clothes
For to put that shit on in front of all her friends
Babygirl, you're not my friend (Huh)
Babygirl, let's make Ms
I'm not finna shake yo' hand
I just wanna beat yo' back in
My styrofoam double
Rick Owen my jacket
They both off of Codine
She wanna get on it
You know that I'm focused
I get that ho loaded
I got Wok', I got [?]
Gotta know that's my bitch, I promote her
Added up 'round this bitch, fucked the total
Do the dash in this bitch 'bout a motor
I jump out with that stick, toe to toe
From the back with that ho, I'm a soldier
I'm not givin' up nonе of my money
I'm not lettin' none of thеm fuck me over
I been runnin' up hundreds up, mama
I ain't never forget that I owe you (Yeah)
Come from bad to doin' good
It ain't perfect but understood
I got to be thankful for that blessin'
Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls
I might as well send a bitch roses

Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
Yeah (Ah)
I say, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"

Told the management send a bitch roses, wherever she was
Come in that red, that's blood
You know that my Five, lil' nigga, do not call me, "Cuz"
Don't try me and fuck up my buzz
I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with her bag
I fuck that bag up with that girl
Can't never go sad
Pop out with that Glock on they ass
I know that you're lovin' me, girl

Uh, yeah
Know that you're lovin', know that you're lovin' me, girl
Know that you love me, know that you love me
I know that you're lovin' me, girl
Uh-uh, oh, oh

She'll do it right now in these streets, yeah
She want Chanel if you see it there
She want it now, uh
To all the niggas I meet, yeah
Never gon' tell what you see, man
Know that that type of shit turnin' out bad
Girl, you're too bad
On your body, Patek
They disrespectin', we ain't goin' for that
Then you know you call me and I'm runnin' for that
Hope inside that girl I'm wishin' a well
[?] feelin' my jacket
I'm exposed to this shit and these niggas gon' steal
Nigga, you're cappin', lil' mama [?], she like how I rock it (Uh-uh)
Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Camari
Inside my home I got a store, I got these classes, I got the whole damn department
She want the drugs that I'm on
I looked right at that bitch and passed it

Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls
I might as well send a bitch roses
Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
Yeah (Ah)
I say, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"