Friday nigga   Whats the word   You got something for me   I'ma see you in 2 seconds   Right, yo pull my Rover on the side   Right there police coming man   Heard me      Verse 1:      Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning   And it's storming and we blitzed   Just rocked another wig yeah we on it   God had blood on his sweat pants   The way the tech dance   On a nigga face   Son ain't have a chance   Seen him high pitch yellow nigga   >From outta town a young mellow ally   Trying to run through   Hell and song called the dogs to get on him   When we caught him the only famous nigga   Was a lord in his forum   Bum nigga fresh outta jail   I used to play baseball wid him   'Til he got large son bought a whale   As you're by the entrance   Guess it's real nigga night out   He moving on his own negligence   Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back   In the Acura spectacular big key stackeler   Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut   Trying to swim now   Aqua green Avias on brim style wild   We walked by eyeing 'im   Shorty ain't looked   He trying to get fly   My niggas ain't dived on him   Kase had the mack in the vest   The way he moving might be dressed   He made two rights nigga move left   Standing by the incinerator   Thank God he your generator   I can tell bought his lady swade gators   Yo now it's time to move   Spit nozzles on the tools   Might just bust him quiet style rules   He walked out the crib yup drinked   We at the elevator base   Staring at the nigga chains shake   We looked at him seen all crooked   The we flashed on him   He knew we was live    My man Boo stashed on him   Pulled out take of the wool   Nigga cool out   Walk you out the bulding   Betta run nigga move out   This nigga liver than fuck   Larger than fuck betta kill me   All y'all niggas is butt    What spray it up   Took the chains in case    Shot him at point blank range   He started screaming like a cave man   Blood got a salty taste    I can tell furniture fell out his place   Laced now it's a case   Threw up vomit on my Kobe   Snatched all his ice now   Chrome teeth boating of a loan key   Didn't know the kid was large   Hour later call from jail   Mexicans surrounding the Gods   Chill you bigga than the ocean   Slow motion play it off no emotion   But my man in there grossing   What to do they might kill him   We might kill you circulate death   That's how the real do   We sat there 3 live macks of the year   Crack beers one nigga in the back    Washing off his trackers   Don't take it serious   Vivid flow luxurious   I'm hearing this'll    Make a real nigga curious   Friday my day chill pop    Leave 'em on the highway   Betty won't never fly my way