Close Friends lyrics

[Intro]
It's the Boy
It's payday, fellas
I said it's f*cking payday, motherf*ckers

[Verse 1]
I really had sh*t to sell
Anything under a 8th shouldn’t hit the scale
I f*ck that b*tch, and you f*ck that b*tch too
This sh*t between us, we don’t kiss and tell
Had a little run with a b*tch, I took it and learned
No feelings, I wish her well
I can tell she got a yeast
She got out the shower, came out and it still had a smell
I’m the n*gga with the ticket so if I’m with n*ggas, just know that they packing
n*ggas is cool with saying they hot boys, when the f*ck that sh*t happen?
b*tch, I'm the captain
If n*ggas want action then we let it pill like a aspirin
Nut on her ass, I was snapping
Wait, let me get to a napkin
I am on top with the spitters
For 40, she topping my n*gga
She get the 20 before, the other 20 when she finish
Duce hitting while she licking the balls, no she didn’t (Oh no she didn’t)
This sh*t is different and she consistent
[Hook]
When have these b*tches been close friends
Seems like I’m always in close friends
I shot my shot then I got a call
They telling me I’m in her close friends
I got the call from her close friend
Whole time I’m f*cking her close friend
I’m so tired of these close friends

[Verse 2]
They say a shooter shoot
Slick on her waist like hula hoop
She do whatever I say, that's what the henny and hookah do
The hookah do, uh, that’s my jigga boo
The hookah do, that’s what the henny and hookah do
I really had sh*t to sell
Anything under a 8th shouldn’t hit the scale
I f*ck that b*tch, and you f*ck that b*tch too
This sh*t between us, we don’t kiss and tell
Had a little run with a b*tch, I took it and learned
No feelings, I wish her well
I can tell she got a yeast
She got out the shower, came out and it still had a smell
Shoutout my guy, he the filmer
We got sh*t in the tuck ready for winter
She getting too hot, simmer
She in the way like a blister
Touching the floor like it’s twister
Don’t say my name, call me mister
f*ck on that b*tch in November
By December I’m f*cking her sister
Strapping up with the latex, I do not want to get that late text
I rather hit that b*tch raw dog
I do not f*ck wit the safe sex
I do not f*ck wit the safe sex
Life on the line, my n*gga, I take bets
Walk out the crib feeling different
Now everybody want a picture
She get 3 stripes like a pitcher
After that, Imma dismiss her
If it’s good, she get more than 40
sh*t I might as well tip her
After this we are not chilling
You can go back to your n*gga
[Outro]
Bye bye you can go back to your n*gga
It's payday fellas
I said it's f*cking payday, motherf*ckers