Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

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

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

In first class they ask me I do
Had a stove, and a blender too
up on your set in a 62
Pull up on your set to send 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
know I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I know I give any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, bought a
Sold my Cadillac and went and got a
I used to put my in the cleaners
Trap the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil you can't take it with ya
They said the feds out here takin'
Well I'm the freshest on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am