Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
Getting so much cash I don't a wallet
You on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' the convict
They say that money talk so you make a comment
I'm of myself, motherfucker I done it

Done it, it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the
3rd chain on to get her
poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to down like the pavement
Live by the code, it true
Anything and everything to get a
think they trill but I'm triller
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
you ain't nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep dodgin' me and I up

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
Getting so cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming the project
Hanging on the block, kickin' the convict
They say that money talk so don't you a comment
I'm proud of myself, I done it

In first class ask me what I do
Had a stove, and a blender too
Pull up on set in a 62
up on your set just to send 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas like an
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I know I give any fucks
Sold my Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and and got a Beamer
I to put my drawers in the cleaners
down the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you can't it with ya
They said the out here takin' pictures
I'm the freshest nigga on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am