"Go Bestfriend" lyrics
The fuck?
Hold on
Bitches got beef but don't wanna fight me
Quit all that barkin', ho, bite me
Bitch
Hold on
Bitch, you fat, need a tummy tuck (Yep)
You dropping diss songs, man, bitch, get your money up (For sure, then)
If you 'bout it, then run it up
Used to be cool with this bitch, but she mad that I'm coming up
You a thot, you gon' suck it up
I got a white bitch in the club, wanna pump it up (Woo, woo)
Fuck a speech, I'ma sum it up
$hy on the track and you already know she gonna fuck it up (Ayy, yeah)
Bitch need to worry 'bout a bag
I'm rocking these shows, and that's why she mad (Aha)
After this diss, you goin' out sad
Bitch, you not bougie, you don't got no class (Bitch)
Turnt in the booth and I'm piped off that gas
Spin on yo' block, then we hitting the dash (Shoot, shoot)
It's still love for you, though
But, bitch, I'm 'bout to get on your ass (Haha)
$hy gotta potty mouth
You wanna talk shit? Bitch, let's talk 'bout your body count
You stink, throw your body out
Tryna hang with' the kid, I'm the life of the party now (Yeah)
Your lil' sister look up to me (Yeah)
Bitch, you can't rap and you really not touching me (No)
Just like a virgin, lil' bitch, cannot fuck with' me
And I never been pussy, bitch, you know what's up with me (For sure, then)
Why this bitch wanna pop shit?
We was just cool, now this bitch wanna act like a opp bitch (The fuck?)
Oh, she mad she can't stop shit
Said that my breath stink 'cause I'm spittin' that hot shit (Hot, hot)
Quit all that barkin', lil' bitch, and come bite me
Bitches got beef, but they don't wanna fight me (Wait, wait)
Turnt to my music, but swear they don't like me
You got my number, ho, FaceTime, Skype me
These hoes wanna be me
I'm on your radio, soon I'ma be on your TV
John Cena, bitches can't see me (Nope)
I'm goin' up, and it's hella fans wanna meet me (Hey, haha)
Bitches don't get me
Bitch, why you hatin? You could've been goin up with me (For sure, then)
Spear on the bitch like she Britney
You could dissed any bitch, but instead, you gon' pick me (Okay, the fuck?)
Make a bitch wanna hit me (Ayy, ayy)
Bitches be cap on my name, the shoe did not fit me (No, it didn't)
Show these bitches no pity (Yeah)
These bitches wanna be friends, admit it, you miss me (Go)
Wrap up the beat like a doobie
I don't give a fuck 'bout opinions, you know I'ma do me (Hey, hold on)
Bitch, you a gnat, you a groupie
Told that lil' bitch it's some snacks, and we pulled up with Scoobies
Bitch
The fuck? (Haha)
Dumb-ass ho (I just got on this bitch ass), haha
Dumb-ass bitch
And, bitch, you don't rap harder than me, give that shit the fuck up
Bitch
Hold on
Bitches got beef but don't wanna fight me
Quit all that barkin', ho, bite me
Bitch
Hold on
Bitch, you fat, need a tummy tuck (Yep)
You dropping diss songs, man, bitch, get your money up (For sure, then)
If you 'bout it, then run it up
Used to be cool with this bitch, but she mad that I'm coming up
You a thot, you gon' suck it up
I got a white bitch in the club, wanna pump it up (Woo, woo)
Fuck a speech, I'ma sum it up
$hy on the track and you already know she gonna fuck it up (Ayy, yeah)
Bitch need to worry 'bout a bag
I'm rocking these shows, and that's why she mad (Aha)
After this diss, you goin' out sad
Bitch, you not bougie, you don't got no class (Bitch)
Turnt in the booth and I'm piped off that gas
Spin on yo' block, then we hitting the dash (Shoot, shoot)
It's still love for you, though
But, bitch, I'm 'bout to get on your ass (Haha)
$hy gotta potty mouth
You wanna talk shit? Bitch, let's talk 'bout your body count
You stink, throw your body out
Tryna hang with' the kid, I'm the life of the party now (Yeah)
Your lil' sister look up to me (Yeah)
Bitch, you can't rap and you really not touching me (No)
Just like a virgin, lil' bitch, cannot fuck with' me
And I never been pussy, bitch, you know what's up with me (For sure, then)
Why this bitch wanna pop shit?
We was just cool, now this bitch wanna act like a opp bitch (The fuck?)
Oh, she mad she can't stop shit
Said that my breath stink 'cause I'm spittin' that hot shit (Hot, hot)
Quit all that barkin', lil' bitch, and come bite me
Bitches got beef, but they don't wanna fight me (Wait, wait)
Turnt to my music, but swear they don't like me
You got my number, ho, FaceTime, Skype me
These hoes wanna be me
I'm on your radio, soon I'ma be on your TV
John Cena, bitches can't see me (Nope)
I'm goin' up, and it's hella fans wanna meet me (Hey, haha)
Bitches don't get me
Bitch, why you hatin? You could've been goin up with me (For sure, then)
Spear on the bitch like she Britney
You could dissed any bitch, but instead, you gon' pick me (Okay, the fuck?)
Make a bitch wanna hit me (Ayy, ayy)
Bitches be cap on my name, the shoe did not fit me (No, it didn't)
Show these bitches no pity (Yeah)
These bitches wanna be friends, admit it, you miss me (Go)
Wrap up the beat like a doobie
I don't give a fuck 'bout opinions, you know I'ma do me (Hey, hold on)
Bitch, you a gnat, you a groupie
Told that lil' bitch it's some snacks, and we pulled up with Scoobies
Bitch
The fuck? (Haha)
Dumb-ass ho (I just got on this bitch ass), haha
Dumb-ass bitch
And, bitch, you don't rap harder than me, give that shit the fuck up
Bitch
Writer(s): Shinesha Smith
