Not My Friend Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Okay, TK)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, Top
Yeah, yeah
Tell her, “Pull up to the show”
I know she gon’ *** for sure
Huh, she probably gon’ *** my bro
Huh, hop out at all the stores
And I bought all the clothes
For to put that *** on in front of all her friends
Babygirl, you’re not my friend (Huh)
Babygirl, let’s make Ms
I’m not finna shake yo’ hand
I just wanna beat yo’ back in
My styrofoam double
Rick Owen my jacket
They both off of Codine
She wanna get on it
You know that I’m focused
I get that ho loaded
I got Wok’, I got [?]
You know that’s my ***, I promote her
Added up ’round this ***, *** the total
Do the dash in this *** ’bout a motor
I jump out with that stick, toe to toe
From the back with that ho, I’m a soldier
I’m not givin’ up none of my money
I’m not lettin’ none of them *** me over
I been runnin’ up hundreds up, mama
I ain’t never forget that I owe you (Yeah)
Come from doin’ bad to doin’ good
It ain’t perfect but understood
I got to be thankful for that blessin’
Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it’s Rolls
I might as well send a *** roses
Yeah, I said, “I might as well buy the *** roses”
Yeah (Ah)
I say, “I might as well buy the *** roses”
Told the management send a *** roses, wherever she was
Come in that red, that’s blood
You know that my Five, lil’ ***, do not call me, “Cuz”
Don’t try me and *** up my buzz
I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with her bag
I *** that bag up with that girl
Can’t never go sad
Pop out with that Glock on they ass
I know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
Uh, yeah
Know that you’re lovin’, know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
Know that you love me, know that you love me
I know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
Uh-uh, oh, oh
She’ll do it right now [?]
She want Chanel if you see it there
She want it, yeah
To all the niggas [?]
Never gon’ tell what you see, man
Know that that type of *** turnin’ out bad
Girl, you’re too bad
On your body, Patek
They disrespectin’, we ain’t goin’ for that
Then you know you call me and I’m runnin’ for that
Hope inside [?] then I’m wishin’ a well
[?] feelin’ my jacket
I’m exposed to this *** and these niggas gon’ steal
***, you’re cappin’, lil’ mama [?], she like how I rock it (Uh-uh)
Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Camari
Inside my home I got a store, I got these classes, I got the whole damn department
She want the drugs that I’m on
I looked right at that *** and passed it
Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it’s Rolls
I might as well send a *** roses
Yeah, I said, “I might as well buy the *** roses”
Yeah (Ah)
I say, “I might as well buy the *** roses”