"Best Friend" lyrics

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, flexing
Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
I'm gon' skeet off, little nigga come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga living TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad bitch rolling 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 bleeding 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 chopping 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 hanging with The Beatles
If you ever find her, better keep her
37 cameras for the sneakers
Going out like Ox or Beanie Sigel
Send a cop, I can't wait to mistreat 'em
Forcing 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, flexing
Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
I'm gon' skeet off, little nigga come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga living TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad bitch rolling 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 talking, 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 walking
The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shopping
Me a horny goat, I'm booling at the bull stop
No I can't get arrested 'cause I'm talking 'bout my necklace
I'ma put that bitch in the buck, I'm a dog, let's get stuck
My little 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, flexing
Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
I'm gon' skeet off, little nigga come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga living TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad bitch rolling wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
Hey-yeah!