inWintr - Best Friend Lyrics

(Yeah)
(Yeah-yuh)
(Yeah-yuh)
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Fourfive hit he a deadman
Fourfive hit he breakfast
I ain't hit that bed, I'm restless
I just want that bread, no testing
Stick hit his lower intestine (Ahh)
Japanese bitch f*ck her out the Westin (Ahh)
You gon' trap but you do to impress them (Ahh)
How the f*ck would you settle for less then?
Say that shit in my ear, you my best friend
And we staying together it all ends
When I go up just know, I got ball in hand
No, I can't ever fold need a hunnid bands
When I hopped in that trap, do my Murda dance
And these niggas so foo, you ain't heard of them
55 bullets bitch we send them bullets then
PS2 I pull up I make a bully spin
We baring arms in this bitch, we got hella mans
And we know that you pussy go head, go and tell your mans (Go head tell em)
I had flooded my thoughts in my brain with them Benjamins (Yeah)
This ain't 'sum you can fix-you broke this shit, yeah, you bend (Oh, yeah)
And you better stay out the mix, we keep them sticks like the Borderlands
I hit the strip with the board in hand
Now I'm going ghost like John Cunningham
I get mad and I hit-stick shit like ram
I'm finna flip this bitch on cam
I got pots in the kitchen, this shit like a yam
And this shit a tradition, bitch look at my hand
We really dishing, the f*ck is a gram?
Fourfive hit he a deadman
Fourfive hit he breakfast
I ain't hit that bed, I'm restless
I just want that bread, no testing
Stick hit his lower intestine
Japanese bitch f*ck her out the Westin
You gon' trap but you do to impress them
How the f*ck would you settle for less then
Say that shit in my ear you my best friend