Friday

Yo where this nigga at man Nigga you a daylight and a dollar short, man its a done deal Yeah. It's over with, son. It's done! Aight You owe me 20, 000 big faces for that Heh..Who owe you 20?? ..You Al, nigga? ..nigga I don't owe you shit.. ..aight.. *sound of a splash as a body hits the water* Friday nigga Whats the word You got something for me I'mma see you in 2 seconds Right, yo pull my Rover on the side Right there police coming man Heard me Verse 1: Yo up in the game room 4 in the morning And it's storming and we blitzed Just rocked another wig yeah we on it God had blood on his sweat pants The way the tech dance On a nigga face Son ain't have a chance Seen him high pitch yellow nigga ]From outta town a young mellow ally Trying to run through Hell, it's on called the dogs to get on him And we caught him, only thing this nigga Was a lord in his forearm Bum nigga fresh outta jail I used to play baseball with him 'Til son got large--bought a whale Azure by the entrance Guess it's real nigga night out He moving on his own negligence Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back In the Acura, spectacular vic, he stackular Seen a nigga gem-down, fresh haircut Trying to swim now Aqua green Avias on brim style wild We walked by eyeing 'im Shorty ain't looked He trying to get fly My niggas ain't dived on him Kaze had the Mac in the vest The way he moving might be dressed He made two rights nigga move left Standing by the incinerator Thank God he a generator I can tell, bought his lady suede gators Yo now it's time to move Spin nozzles on the tools Might just bust him quiet style rules He walked out the crib, yup draped We on the elevator baked Staring at the nigga chain shape We looked at him, seen all crooked Then we flashed on him He knew we was live My man Boo spazzed on him Pulled out, take off the wool Nigga cool out Walk you out the bulding Betta run nigga move out This nigga liver than fuck Larger than fuck betta kill me All y'all niggas is butt What spray it up Tuck the chains in Kaze shot him at point blank range then He started screaming like a cave man Blood got a salty taste, I can tell Furniture fell out his face Laced now it's a case Threw up, vomit on my coat piece Snatched all his ice now Chrome T, boatin' off low-key Didn't know the kid was large Hour later call from jail Mexicans surrounding the Gods Chill you bigga than the ocean Slow motion play it off no emotion But my man in there grossing What to do they might kill him We might kill you circulate death That's how the real do We sat there 3 live macks of the year Crack beers one nigga in the back Washing off his track Airs Don't take it serious Vivid flow luxurious I'm hearing this'll Make a real nigga curious Friday my day, chill Pop Leave 'em on the highway Bet he won't never fly my way