Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

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

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

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