Yung Ralph - Friends lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, God damn, yeah [Hook: Fetty Wap] 2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, hah If he been riding with you put your mans on, hah If them n***as down witcha put your camp on, hah Still never trust a soul what I stand for, yeah Why them n***as moving from you with the bands for? Ay That ain't your homie, why the f** they shaking hands for? Yeah, playing funny with my money get your a** hurt Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first [Hook: Fetty Wap] 2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, yeah If he been riding with you put your mans on, yeah If them n***as down witcha put your camp on, yeah Still never trust a soul what I stand for, ay Why them n***as moving from you with the bands for? Ay That ain't your homie, why the f** they shaking hands for? Ay, playing funny with my money get your a** hurt, ay Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first [Verse 1: Juugman] Boss n***a, love to see my girl in Chanel stunting Me, Louis polo collared shirt, checkerboard bu*tons Still in the hood everyday like I ain't seen nothing Still in the trap everyday, might serve a fiend something Juuging round the Zoo, me and Zoovie making movies Leaving haters coolie, make 'em wonder how I do it Boss status, foreign automatics, and my body tatted VVS's, dollars in my mouth, I'm a money addict n***as always talking, what they doing? I'm like yeah-yeah n***as say he got it, still ain't paid his partner bail yet Me, I eyeball work, I need no scale, I do it well, yeah Play with me, I have your a** whacked quick, yeah-yeah [Hook: Fetty Wap] 2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, hah If he been riding with you put your mans on, hah If them n***as down witcha put your camp on, hah Still never trust a soul what I stand for, yeah Why them n***as moving from you with the bands for? Ay That ain't your homie, why the f** they shaking hands for? Yeah, playing funny with my money get your a** hurt Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first [Verse 2: 4k Tayy] My lifestyle crazy, b**hes wanna have my baby Chasing paper, even when I'm on the lean I'm never lazy A p**y n***a play, I'll send his a** straight to (?) Keep the Glock beside me like (?) these n***as out here shady Mob got me flexing, Wap turned me up a notch Everyday different out, different city, different thots Sex filled shawty, Glock 40 in the party Everyday I pop a tab, drink a (?), serving bad Pull up fast, they go fast, in and out, one stop shop Take my b**h to shop, got it off the block, play with Wap Get your top popped Living lavish in expensive fabrics I ain't always had Flexing on the old me back in counting on fleek [Hook: Fetty Wap] 2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, hah If he been riding with you put your mans on, hah If them n***as down witcha put your camp on, hah Still never trust a soul what I stand for, yeah Why them n***as moving from you with the bands for? Ay That ain't your homie, why the f** they shaking hands for? Yeah, playing funny with my money get your a** hurt Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first [Verse 3: Fetty Wap] Zoo Gang, we a bunch of young n***as turned millionaires Get it right, young n***as money Finally a street n***a flooded out my cuban sh** be blinding me Four Rollies and they iced out, got a shine on me Zoo god, got my 30 cars, it ain't no (?) I turn the crib into the gun range if they robbing me Extended clips get extended, his is like a lottery Shorty says she tryna to learn the way I whip that pottery I love it when she get nasty and make it slobbery I'm Zoovie, I'm from the Zoo Gang, who is stopping me? Make sure you n***as come correct, you tryna rock with me A lot of n***as screaming Zoo Gang and they gon' rob for free