Bestie lyrics

[Intro]
D.A. got that dope!

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Go b*tch, go b*tch, go bestie
Can't f*ck with these hoes 'cause they messy
Go b*tch, go b*tch, go bestie
Can't f*ck with these hoes 'cause they messy
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend
That my what? That my muhf*ckin' best friend

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Ayy, shorty, she gon' ride, she gon' die for me
Yeah, I know all my n*ggas, they gon' slide for me
I be goin' up when you goin' down on me
When I come through, I got the four pound on me
Every time I'm on the scene, I be toolied up
When you comin' through our city, put your jewelry up
In a dually truck, Doo-Doo got his toolie tucked
I love my baby, you can't talk to her, she rude as f*ck
Go Kodak, go Kodak, get money
I don't f*ck with rap n*ggas, they funny
Go Kodak, go Kodak, get money
I don't f*ck with rap n*ggas, they funny
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Go b*tch, go b*tch, go bestie (Go bestie)
Can't f*ck with these hoes 'cause they messy
Go b*tch, go b*tch, go bestie (Go B)
Can't f*ck with these hoes 'cause they messy
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend
That my what? That my muhf*ckin' best friend

[Verse 2: Bhad Bhabie]
Go best friend, that's my best friend
That's my main b*tch, that's my f*ckin' best friend (Best friend)
If you got a problem then we got a problem
If she got a problem then you got a problem (b*tch)
She gon' twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk that ass
Like it's her f*ckin' birthday, b*tch twerk that ass (Twerk that ass)
That's my best friend, that's my f*cking bestie
Can't f*ck with you hoes 'cause you messy
Pull up to the party, I got everybody lit
I could brag about my best friends, everybody rich (We rich)
Double dutching with the money, I be playin' with the bands
Birkin bag, Fashion Nova, Cartier on the lens
Every time we pull up, b*tches p*ssed off (p*ssed off)
Make the whole club jump like Kris Kross (Kris Kross)
I'm a bad b*tch, poppin' like lip gloss (Lip gloss)
We be blowin' money fast like Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Go b*tch, go b*tch, go bestie (Go b*tch)
Can't f*ck with these hoes 'cause they messy ('Cause they messy)
Go b*tch, go b*tch, go bestie (Go b*tch)
Can't f*ck with these hoes 'cause they messy
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend (Go, go, go, go, go, go)
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend
Go bestie, that my muhf*ckin' best friend (Go b*tch)
Go bestie
That my what? That my muhf*ckin' best friend (Go b*tch)