Friend Zone lyrics

[Intro]
Hah
Grimlin
f*ck poppin' bro
Mothaf*ckin' hard (Xan)
Slatt
Wrestlin'
Turn up, slimeball

[Chorus]
Cars, we don't rent those
Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
b*tches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
Thirty on the Glock, make a n*gga do the limbo
I'ma get some M, n*gga, I'ma keep it trill, n*gga
Yeah, if n*gga 12, y'ain't tell, y'ain't spill, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Make these n*ggas feel me, hunnid round drum leave a nightmare on Elm Street
b*tch, I slatt-slime with Zack Slime, yeah, we kill beef
Hotbox AMGs, and we had the cream seats
F&N tucked, it'll make a grown man scream
Run that paper up, but never let it change me
Up that blicky up, and you know we leave a crime scene
Money the model, I'm in the 'nolia with lotto
Tell a free-auto
Lil' big dawg in the hood, you know that these n*ggas gon' follow
Yeah, yeah, double cup the drank, bih
Young n*gga hold, don't share no fear
When I drip out, you know it's severe
I'm with the slimes, you know that we here
Slidin' with slime, you know that we here
Told that ho to check the [?]
[?] on the f*ckin' drum, n*gga, you a f*ckin' bear
[Chorus]
Cars, we don't rent those
Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
b*tches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
Thirty on the Glock, make a n*gga do the limbo
I'ma get some M, n*gga, I'ma keep it trill, n*gga
Yeah, if n*gga 12, y'ain't tell, y'ain't spill, n*gga

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get real high, smokin' cookie runts
Yeah, yeah, I get real high, yeah, I get dripped out
Yeah, I get real fly, yeah, you a guest, man
You the wingman, she'll do one ho, don't get no damn chance
Son these hoes, that's a no-no
But all I know, I'm finna blow
Yeah, yeah, hit the road
Yeah, diamonds ocean water, you can park a f*ckin' boat there
Yeah, Balmain jeans
I thumb through the paper, a lotta blue cheese
Got seventy hoes, yeah, n*gga get green
I save up the load, don't get in between
He havin' pressure, you know where I be
I'm on the Ave, you know I ain't safe
I'm wantin' you now, you know I ain't safe
To the PJ, go and get the M
[Chorus]
Cars, we don't rent those
Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
b*tches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
Thirty on the Glock, make a n*gga do the limbo
I'ma get some M, n*gga, I'ma keep it trill, n*gga
Yeah, if n*gga 12, y'ain't tell, y'ain't spill, n*gga