Ricky Racks - Best Friend lyrics

[Intro] Ricky Racks, I see you! Thugger! YSL for life, b**h Yeah f** you, your momma and everything else Free the GOAT! [Hook] That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin' Big ol' booty b**h missus from Texas, what's next is I'm gon' skeet off, lil n***a come catch me, catch me And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend n***a livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad b**h rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my sh** on fleek Hey-yeah! Yeah [Verse 1] Take them boys to school, swagonometry b**h I'm bleedin' bad, like a bumble bee Hold up! Hold it, hold it, n***a proceed I'ma eat that booty just like groceries Eat on that coochie, lay that b**h down like "let's do it" No Tiger, b**h, eat that wood, eat that wood Supplier, b**h, I got pistols, no wood I want them tacos that are Meagan Good Helicopter choppin' with the buzz Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge Bang that other side, n***a curb 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 Ox or Beanie Sigel Send a cop, I can't wait to mistreat 'em Forcin' your ho, I can't wait to mislead 'em And beat 'em, they ain't my people [Hook] That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin' Big ol' booty b**h missus from Texas, what's next is I'm gon' skeet off, lil n***a come catch me, catch me And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend n***a livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad b**h rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my sh** on fleek Hey-yeah! Yeah! [Verse 2] 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 see him, you better shoot in his face I got a hundred b**hes that can't wait to replace Michael Jackson, n***a, Thugger Jackson moon walkin' The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shoppin' Me a horny goat, I'm boolin' at the bull stop No I can't get arrested 'cause I'm talkin' 'bout my necklace I'ma put that b**h in the buck, I'm a dog, let's get stuck My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck Waddup cuz? Here yo' cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup Your crew s**, don't got bucks, these ain't d**, n***a [Hook] That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin' Big ol' booty b**h missus from Texas, what's next is I'm gon' skeet off, lil n***a come catch me, catch me And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend n***a livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad b**h rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my sh** on fleek Hey-yeah! [Produced by Ricky Racks & Young Shad]