AlsoJakob, Matt Watson - NEW FRIENDS lyrics
[AlsoJakob, Matt Watson - NEW FRIENDS lyrics]
Ain't no salary cap, I don't max out
I made a mill' with the tax out
Trigger fingers when the gat's out
But if we throwing hands, hit like Pacquiao
Blood on his shirt
He wiping his nose, you'd think he was sick
You standing too close
You might catch a cold
I keep to the code, I come from the 6
I come from the (Woo)
Kick in the door to your crib
You already know I'm taking a
Shit in your bathroom
I ain't gonna flush after blowing it up
And then I'm gonna cum in your vacuum
Sipping molly water
Watching How to Train Your Dragon 2
Marathon on TNT
Keep a blick on me, in case it gets hot
Gun cocked, air it out like 'bnb
Rocks in the face, that's the Thing
It's fantastic
Lit like I'm Johnny Blaze in this bitch
I ain't got a method
But mans will attack you
Gripping that stick like my
Cock in the bathroom two hands
She make it clap, throw two bands
New year, making new friends
Hе a white boy but no Klu' Klan
At least I don't think he is, um
I guеss he, I guess he could be
Feeling like I'm Finn
I see the strangest things all
In my vision now my dogs turned into snakes
Guess they magicians now, i'm over it
Please don't hit my line, I'm jerking off
There's no controlling it
Me and Matt, we stack our
Racks, and dock our cocks, then roll in it
We dock our cocks
You have really soft lips, dude
They, we, really soft lips
Way softer than my girlfriend's lips
If I'm being fully honest
I would love to put your
Lips on my girlfriend
Uh oh, Matty Dub on the track
Drip is so clean, got some suds on the track
(Woo)
Jakob, he asked me to come on the track
We a choo-choo, running a train on the track
Fantano is dead if he don't give it ten
Send out some shooters to make his life end
(Whoa)
Kick in his door, make him squeal like a pig
And then cap his bald ass
Like I'm clicking a pen
Now I'm stacking the cash and
It's tall like a mountain
Got boys with me like it was Brokeback
Now I'm packing the bag and
It's got me all anxious
Got poisonous pills in my Prozac
I got your bitch in the back of my hatchback
Sucking my dick like a Dyson, she bad, bad
Packing a brick or two up in my backpack
Call me the dealer like we playing Blackjack
(Damn) i just had an epiphany
That I could probably be the
Next big rapper wannabe
But I don't think that I'll do it
Because I would much rather sleep until
Noon and say "Screw it"
Yeah, I might do what you think
Yeah, I might drown in the pink
Yeah, I might fuck around and
Hit up Embassy Suites
Rent a penthouse and piss in the sink
For real
I might get a penthouse in Embassy Suites
And just piss in the sink
Put that shit on Instagram live, ha
I made a mill' with the tax out
Trigger fingers when the gat's out
But if we throwing hands, hit like Pacquiao
Blood on his shirt
He wiping his nose, you'd think he was sick
You standing too close
You might catch a cold
I keep to the code, I come from the 6
I come from the (Woo)
Kick in the door to your crib
You already know I'm taking a
Shit in your bathroom
I ain't gonna flush after blowing it up
And then I'm gonna cum in your vacuum
Sipping molly water
Watching How to Train Your Dragon 2
Marathon on TNT
Keep a blick on me, in case it gets hot
Gun cocked, air it out like 'bnb
Rocks in the face, that's the Thing
It's fantastic
Lit like I'm Johnny Blaze in this bitch
I ain't got a method
But mans will attack you
Gripping that stick like my
Cock in the bathroom two hands
She make it clap, throw two bands
New year, making new friends
Hе a white boy but no Klu' Klan
At least I don't think he is, um
I guеss he, I guess he could be
Feeling like I'm Finn
I see the strangest things all
In my vision now my dogs turned into snakes
Guess they magicians now, i'm over it
Please don't hit my line, I'm jerking off
There's no controlling it
Me and Matt, we stack our
Racks, and dock our cocks, then roll in it
We dock our cocks
You have really soft lips, dude
They, we, really soft lips
Way softer than my girlfriend's lips
If I'm being fully honest
I would love to put your
Lips on my girlfriend
Uh oh, Matty Dub on the track
Drip is so clean, got some suds on the track
(Woo)
Jakob, he asked me to come on the track
We a choo-choo, running a train on the track
Fantano is dead if he don't give it ten
Send out some shooters to make his life end
(Whoa)
Kick in his door, make him squeal like a pig
And then cap his bald ass
Like I'm clicking a pen
Now I'm stacking the cash and
It's tall like a mountain
Got boys with me like it was Brokeback
Now I'm packing the bag and
It's got me all anxious
Got poisonous pills in my Prozac
I got your bitch in the back of my hatchback
Sucking my dick like a Dyson, she bad, bad
Packing a brick or two up in my backpack
Call me the dealer like we playing Blackjack
(Damn) i just had an epiphany
That I could probably be the
Next big rapper wannabe
But I don't think that I'll do it
Because I would much rather sleep until
Noon and say "Screw it"
Yeah, I might do what you think
Yeah, I might drown in the pink
Yeah, I might fuck around and
Hit up Embassy Suites
Rent a penthouse and piss in the sink
For real
I might get a penthouse in Embassy Suites
And just piss in the sink
Put that shit on Instagram live, ha