Friday afternoon I should have been in jumuah
Lotta talks from the vine
But let's end the gaza
Feet up in this bitch
Like welcome to mi casa
Bands 'em make 'em shake
Now the boys is all drummers
Friday afternoon I should have been in jumuah
Lotta talks from the vine
But let's end the gaza
Feet up in this bitch
Like welcome to mi casa
Bands 'em make 'em shake
Now the boys is all drummers
Pisaar tha Sai-Ko
Because they psycho
I'm the one they never go at that's a typo
Need no space yeah I'm the goat
You never seen someone this dope
I'm the brown pope
With the crown and coke
Swear to god it's in my veins
I'm offended
If I said it best believe that I done meant it
I made song where this shit collide
What a high
The way things are going
This goin' last a lifetime (inshAllah)
Friday afternoon I should have been in jumuah
Lotta talks from the vine
But let's end the gaza
Feet up in this bitch
Like welcome to mi casa
Bands 'em make 'em shake
Now the boys is all drummers
Friday afternoon I should have been in jumuah
Lotta talks from the vine
But let's end the gaza
Feet up in this bitch
Like welcome to mi casa
Bands 'em make 'em shake
Now the boys is all drummers
Nights in the dark spent
Like Clark Kent
With a large wrench
On a park bench
Thinking
If this don't work out
I go to money mart
Like give me all that shit
Put down the phones
You ain't calling shit
Motherfucker I'm just stallin'
Like it's Russia
I been balling nice and slow
Like I'm Usher
Told her I'm just tryna slash
I do not love her
She doesn't mind says it's fine
I still don't trust her
Wait
Imma baller
I want an Impala
But copped the polo
I still wouldn't caller
Imma scholar
Got degrees with this heat
In my block boy smelling like Febreeze
I would kill for my dogs like I'm John Wick
You betray all your dogs I'm beyond sick
I just need a wifey like Beyonce'
3k on the fit like I'm Andre
Friday afternoon I should have been in jumuah
Lotta talks from the vine
But let's end the gaza
Feet up in this bitch
Like welcome to mi casa
Bands 'em make 'em shake
Now the boys is all drummers
Friday afternoon I should have been in jumuah
Lotta talks from the vine
But let's end the gaza
Feet up in this bitch
Like welcome to mi casa
Bands 'em make 'em shake
Now the boys is all drummers