Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I need a wallet
You on that trash, throw it in the garbage
street nigga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' the convict
They say that talk so don't you make a comment
I'm of myself, motherfucker I done it

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the up
Order some new things for the
3rd chain on to get her
I'ma poster for the hustle
You a poser child for bustas
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to stay down like the
Live by the code, it true
Anything and everything to get a
Nigga think they but I'm triller
Nigga think ill but I'm iller
Nigga think big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a .40 in my Fendi belt
so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
street nigga coming from the project
Hanging on the block, with the convict
They say that money so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself, motherfucker I it

In first class ask me what I do
Had a stove, microwave and a too
up on your set in a 62
Pull up on your set just to send 'em
on them niggas like an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
Nigga know I know I been
Niggas know I I don't give any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, a Cadillac
my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Phillips
Spend a lil money you take it with ya
They the feds out here takin' pictures
I'm the freshest nigga on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am