Young Thug – Best Friend

Young Thug – Best Friend Lyrics

Artist: Young Thug
Song: Best Friend

Ricky Racks, I see you!
Thugger!
YSL for life, b#tch
Yeah f#ck you, your momma and everything else

Yung Shad, you killed this track
Free the GOAT!
That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexing
Big ol’ booty b#tch missus from Texas, what’s next is

I’m gon’ skeet off, little n#gg# come catch me, catch me
And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
n#gg# living TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad b#tch rolling wit’ me, she gon’ smile ’cause she on fleek

Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my sh#t on fleek
Hey-yeah! Yeah
Take them boys to school, swagonometry
b#tch I’m bleeding bad, like a bumble bee

Hold up! Hold it, hold it, n#gg# proceed
I’ma eat that booty just like groceries
Eat on that coochie, lay that b#tch down like “let’s do it”
No Tiger, b#tch, eat that wood, eat that wood

Supplier, b#tch, I got pistols, no wood
I want them tacos that are Meagan Good
Helicopter chopping with the buzz
Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge

Bang that other side, n#gg# curb
And my reefer louder than a speaker
Yeah my niece is hanging with The Beatles
If you ever find her, better keep her

37 cameras for the sneakers
Going out like Ox or Beanie Sigel
Send a cop, I can’t wait to mistreat ’em
Forcing your 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, flexing
Big ol’ booty b#tch missus from Texas, what’s next is
I’m gon’ skeet off, little n#gg# come catch me, catch me

And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
n#gg# living TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad b#tch rolling wit’ me, she gon’ smile ’cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my sh#t on fleek

Hey-yeah! 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 talking, when you see him, you better shoot in his face

I got a hundred b#tches that can’t wait to replace
Michael Jackson, n#gg#, Thugger Jackson moon walking
The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shopping
Me a h#rn# goat, I’m booling at the bull stop

No I can’t get arrested ’cause I’m talking ’bout my necklace
I’ma put that b#tch in the buck, I’m a dog, let’s get stuck
My little sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck
Waddup cuz? Here yo cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup

Your crew suck, don’t got bucks, these ain’t drugs, n#gg#
That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend, flexing
Big ol’ booty b#tch missus from Texas, what’s next is
I’m gon’ skeet off, little n#gg# come catch me, catch me

And that’s my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
n#gg# living TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad b#tch rolling wit’ me, she gon’ smile ’cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my sh#t on fleek

Hey-yeah!
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From the album:
Best Friend [Explicit]
Release Year: 2015