Lil Keed - Friend Zone Lyrics

Ha
Grimlin
Fuck poppin' bro
This mothafucker hard (Xan)
Slatt
(Wrestlin')
Turn up, Slimeball

Cars, we don't rent those
Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo
I'ma get some Ms, nigga, I'ma keep it trill, nigga
Yeah, if the nigga 12
Yeah, he tell
Yeah, he spilled, nigga

Make these niggas feel me
Hunnid round drum leave a nightmare on Elm Street
Bitch, I slatt-slime with Zack Slime, yeah, we kill beef
Hotbox AMGs, and we had the cream seats
F&n tucked, it'll make a grown man scream
Run that paper up, but never let it change me
Up that blicky up, and you know we leave a crime scene
If money the model, I'm in the 'Nolia with Lotto
Tell 'em free Otto
Lil' big dawg in the hood, you know that these niggas gon' follow
Yeah, yeah, double cup the drank, bih
Y'all nigga's hoes, don't show no fear
When I drip out, you know it's severe
I'm with the slimes, you know that we here
Slidin' with slime, you know that we here
Told that ho to check the gear
Mufasa of the fuckin' jungle, nigga, you a fuckin' bear

Cars, we don't rent those
Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo
I'ma get some Ms, nigga, I'ma keep it trill, nigga
Yeah, if the nigga 12
Yeah, he tell
Yeah, he spilled, nigga

Yeah, I get real high, smokin' Cookie Runtz
Yeah, yeah, I get real high, yeah, I get dripped out
Yeah, I get real fly, yeah, you a yes man
You the wingman, she'll do one ho, don't get no damn chance
Son these hoes, that's a no-no
But all I know, I'm finna blow
Yeah, yeah, hit the road
Yeah, diamonds ocean water, you can park a fuckin' boat there
Yeah, Balmain jeans
I thumb through the paper, a lotta blue cheese
Y'all savin' these hoes, yeah, nigga, you green
I save up the load, don't get in between
He havin' pressure, you know where I be
I'm on the Ave, you know I ain't safe
I'm warnin' you now, you know I ain't safe
To the PJ, go and get the M

Cars, we don't rent those
Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo
I'ma get some Ms, nigga, I'ma keep it trill, nigga
Yeah, if the nigga 12
Yeah, he tell
Yeah, he spilled, nigga