"FAVORITE THING" lyrics
Uh, stick to the code, stay with the plan, it's on the back of my hand, yeah
Life get cold, we buy clothes, wherever the fuck we land at
I drop the soft-top like, "Woah," tryna let her see the diamonds, yeah, yeah (Grah, grah, grah)
I like to play with guns, no joke, I don't think I need a bodyguard, yeah (Faow, faow, faow, yeah)
I'm on some good drank, no Bacardi, I'm movin' in slow motion, yeah
I'm 'bout to buy in cash, fuckin' up that street, like the sound of that, yeah (Yeah)
You such a good shrink, fuck a therapist, I need a good freak, yeah, yeah
We smokin' Maxine way from Maryland, I got the good weed, yeah, yeah
Pocket rocket, I'm gon' get to bustin', I'm not goin' for nothin'
Extra pockets, one for extra clips and one for extra money (Grah, grah, grah)
Extra guap, get extra guap for this, then extra guap for nothin'
Pull up boofin', we gon' need some good cologne for boozin' somethin' (Woah, woah, woah)
This bitch t-t-toothless, she not my favorite nothin' (Turn it up)
Lil' Dro get too, too ruthless, you not my favorite nothin'
I'm stoned, I'm high as a bitch, these niggas straight up nutty (Woah, woah, woah)
Look at these diamonds, we rich, I fuck around and flood it
She gon' fuck around and start a war
Don't look too hard, this ain't in the store
Kenji always keep a bad whore (Grah, grah-ah)
I'ma keep it one-out-of-a-million, I can't do it less, but maybe more
Niggas tryna post up with the gang, but I don't hang with lames anymore (Woah)
Uh, stick to the code, stay with the plan, it's on the back of my hand, yeah
Life get cold, we buy clothes, wherever the fuck we land at
I drop the soft-top like, "Woah," tryna let her see the diamonds, yeah, yeah (Grah, grah, grah)
I like to play with guns, no joke, I don't think I need a bodyguard, yeah (Faow, faow, faow, yeah)
I'm on some good drank, no Bacardi, I'm movin' in slow motion, yeah
I'm 'bout to buy in cash, fuckin' up that street, like the sound of that, yeah (Yeah)
You such a good shrink, fuck a therapist, I need a good freak, yeah, yeah
We smokin' Maxine way from Maryland, I got the good weed, yeah, yeah
Life get cold, we buy clothes, wherever the fuck we land at
I drop the soft-top like, "Woah," tryna let her see the diamonds, yeah, yeah (Grah, grah, grah)
I like to play with guns, no joke, I don't think I need a bodyguard, yeah (Faow, faow, faow, yeah)
I'm on some good drank, no Bacardi, I'm movin' in slow motion, yeah
I'm 'bout to buy in cash, fuckin' up that street, like the sound of that, yeah (Yeah)
You such a good shrink, fuck a therapist, I need a good freak, yeah, yeah
We smokin' Maxine way from Maryland, I got the good weed, yeah, yeah
Pocket rocket, I'm gon' get to bustin', I'm not goin' for nothin'
Extra pockets, one for extra clips and one for extra money (Grah, grah, grah)
Extra guap, get extra guap for this, then extra guap for nothin'
Pull up boofin', we gon' need some good cologne for boozin' somethin' (Woah, woah, woah)
This bitch t-t-toothless, she not my favorite nothin' (Turn it up)
Lil' Dro get too, too ruthless, you not my favorite nothin'
I'm stoned, I'm high as a bitch, these niggas straight up nutty (Woah, woah, woah)
Look at these diamonds, we rich, I fuck around and flood it
She gon' fuck around and start a war
Don't look too hard, this ain't in the store
Kenji always keep a bad whore (Grah, grah-ah)
I'ma keep it one-out-of-a-million, I can't do it less, but maybe more
Niggas tryna post up with the gang, but I don't hang with lames anymore (Woah)
Uh, stick to the code, stay with the plan, it's on the back of my hand, yeah
Life get cold, we buy clothes, wherever the fuck we land at
I drop the soft-top like, "Woah," tryna let her see the diamonds, yeah, yeah (Grah, grah, grah)
I like to play with guns, no joke, I don't think I need a bodyguard, yeah (Faow, faow, faow, yeah)
I'm on some good drank, no Bacardi, I'm movin' in slow motion, yeah
I'm 'bout to buy in cash, fuckin' up that street, like the sound of that, yeah (Yeah)
You such a good shrink, fuck a therapist, I need a good freak, yeah, yeah
We smokin' Maxine way from Maryland, I got the good weed, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Spencer Thomas Ruskowski
