BestFriend - Young Curt

Ricky Racks, I see you!

Thugger!

YSL for life, bitch

Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else

Yung Shad, you killed this track

Free the GOAT!

That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin'

Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is

I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me

And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend

Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek

Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek

Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek

Hey-yeah!

Yeah

Take them boys to school, swagonometry

Bitch I’m bleedin' bad, like a bumble bee

Hold up!

Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed

I’ma eat that booty just like groceries

Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like «let's do it»

No Tiger, bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood

Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood

I want them tacos that are Meagan Good

Helicopter choppin' with the buzz

Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge

Bang that other side, nigga curb

And my reefer louder than a speaker

Yeah my niece is hangin' with The Beatles

If you ever find her, better keep her

37 cameras for the sneakers

Goin' out like Ox or Beanie Sigel

Send a cop, I can’t wait to mistreat 'em

Forcin' your ho, I can’t wait to mislead 'em

And beat 'em, they ain’t my people

That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin'

Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is

I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me

And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend

Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek

Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek

Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek

Hey-yeah!

Yeah!

Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today

I done cut back on that lean, I’m on that Hen' and D’ussé

Don’t do no talkin', when you see him, you better shoot in his face

I got a hundred bitches that can’t wait to replace

Michael Jackson, nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin'

The S.L.I.M.E.

army tool shoppin'

Me a horny goat, I’m boolin' at the bull stop

No I can’t get arrested 'cause I’m talkin' 'bout my necklace

I’ma put that bitch in the buck, I’m a dog, let’s get stuck

My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck

Waddup cuz?

Here yo cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup

Your crew suck, don’t got bucks, these ain’t drugs, nigga

That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexin'

Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what’s next is

I’m gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me

And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend

Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek

Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek

Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek

Hey-yeah!