Текст песни Best Friend - Young Thug

Ricky Racks, I see you
Thugger, YSL for life
Yeah, fuck you, your mama, and everything else
Free the GOAT, hee

That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
Big ol' booty bitches, missus from Texas, what's next is
I'ma skeet all a nigga, come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
My bitch rollin' with me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit don't bleed
Hey, yeah

Take them boys to school (Yeah), swag on number three
I'm bleedin' bad (Yeah) like a bumblebee
Hold up, hold it, hold it, proceed
I'ma eat that booty just like groceries (What?)
Beat on that pussy, lay that bitch down like, "Let's do it"
No time 'cause bitch eat that wood, eat that wood
Supply your bitch, I got pistols, no wood
I want tacos that are Meagan Good
Helicopter choppin' with the buzz
Stuff them racks inside 'em if they nudge
Bang that other side nigga, curse (Curse)
And my reefer louder than a speaker
Yeah, my niece is hangin' with The Beatles
If you ever find her, better keep her
37 Cameras for the sneakers
Goin' out like opps of Beanie Siegel
Send a cop, I can't wait to mistreat 'em
Force a yo' ho, I can't wait to mislead 'em
And beat 'em, they ain't my people

That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
Big ol' booty bitches, missus from Texas, what's next is
I'ma skeet all a nigga, come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
My bitch rollin' with me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit don't bleed
Hey, yeah

Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today
I done cut back on that lean, I'm on that Hen' and D'USSÉ
Don't do no talkin', when you send, you better shoot and then say
I got a hundred bitches that can't wait to replay
Michael Jackson niggas, Thugger Jackson moonwalkin'
Uh, uh-huh, the slime army tool shoppin'
Me, your ho, dolo boolin' at the pool stoppin'
No, I can't get arrested 'cause I'm talkin' 'bout my necklace
I'ma put that pussy in a book, I'm a dog, let's get stuck
My lil' sister adorable, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck
What up, cuz? Here your cup, call my bud, bring my bud
Your crew suck, don't got bucks, these ain't drugs

That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
Big ol' booty bitches, missus from Texas, what's next is
I'ma skeet all a nigga, come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
My bitch rollin' with me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit don't bleed
Hey, yeah