Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi to fuck the summer up
Order some new for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her
poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to stay like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it
and everything to get a loot
Nigga think they trill but I'm
think they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
you ain't nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep me and I charge up

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

In first class ask me what I do
Had a stove, and a blender too
Pull up on set in a 62
Pull up on set just to send 'em through
Shittin' on niggas like an enema
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga know I know I been
Niggas I know I don't give any fucks
Sold my Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and went and got a
I used to put my drawers in the
Trap the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you take it with ya
They said the out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on Instagram
making bands, yes I am