Best Friend

(Yeah) (Yeah-yuh) (Yeah-yuh) (yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Fourfive hit he a deadman Fourfive hit he breakfast I ain't hit that bed, I'm restless I just want that bread, no testing Stick hit his lower intestine (Ahh) Japanese bitch f*ck her out the Westin (Ahh) You gon' trap but you do to impress them (Ahh) How the f*ck would you settle for less then? Say that shit in my ear, you my best friend And we staying together it all ends When I go up just know, I got ball in hand No, I can't ever fold need a hunnid bands When I hopped in that trap, do my Murda dance And these niggas so foo, you ain't heard of them 55 bullets bitch we send them bullets then PS2 I pull up I make a bully spin We baring arms in this bitch, we got hella mans And we know that you pussy go head, go and tell your mans (Go head tell em) I had flooded my thoughts in my brain with them Benjamins (Yeah) This ain't 'sum you can fix—you broke this shit, yeah, you bend (Oh, yeah) And you better stay out the mix, we keep them sticks like the Borderlands I hit the strip with the board in hand Now I'm going ghost like John Cunningham I get mad and I hit-stick shit like ram I'm finna flip this bitch on cam I got pots in the kitchen, this shit like a yam And this shit a tradition, bitch look at my hand We really dishing, the f*ck is a gram? Fourfive hit he a deadman Fourfive hit he breakfast I ain't hit that bed, I'm restless I just want that bread, no testing Stick hit his lower intestine Japanese bitch f*ck her out the Westin You gon' trap but you do to impress them How the f*ck would you settle for less then Say that shit in my ear you my best friend