Friends Songtext

I stay on my Ball Hog shit, don't let that in my hands
I stay on my try-hard shit, I'm sweatin' to these bands

You know I'm a Ball Hog, nigga, I'm gon' take that chance
My bitch bad, no makeup, she wan' fuck her, yeah
Can't play me, too player, I need my cash, boy, pay up
I score on him like lay-up
Please don't try them Ball Hogs, we gon' come fuck your whole day up
I was high as fuck, I was walkin' down Rodeo
He wan' stay all in the mix, we leave his ass on drugs
I feel like I'm Kenny, bitch, I'm grindin' on that rail (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
That lil' boy tried to score on me, he didn't and he failed (We gon' be okay)
That bitch just tried to hurt me, must not know I'm tough as nails
This Draco big as fuck, can't even hold it, had to cradle

Wake up, count these bands then pop a Xan'
Pop a Xan', kick it again
She like, "Where you at?" Bitch, I'm geeked up with my friends
I'ma fuck this check up then fuck it up again
I'ma grab a hot-pink twin, split it with twin Driving in a Trackhawk, that bitch go hrr-ah
I stay on my Ball Hog shit, don't let that in my hands
I stay on my try-hard shit, I'm sweatin' to these bands