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 smoking on that trash, throw it in the
Young nigga coming from the pot
on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that talk so don't you make a comment
I'm of myself, motherfucker I done it

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the up
Order some new things for the
3rd chain on to get her
poster child for the hustle
You a poser for them bustas
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to stay down the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and to get a loot
Nigga think they trill but I'm
think they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
Pussy you nothin' but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

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

In first class ask me what I do
Had a stove, microwave and a too
Pull up on set in a 62
Pull up on set just to send 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
Nigga know I I been winnin'
know I know I don't give any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, a Cadillac
Sold my and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my in the cleaners
Trap down the street Phillips Arena
Spend a lil you can't take it with ya
They said the feds out takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their
making bands, yes I am