Toosii - Friend Zone lyrics

Yeah, uh

We in the endzone
She put me in the friendzone
Told her I'm sorry, I got no patience
So I gotta get gone
She hate the fact I hang with dope
Boys and they all got flip phones
She don't know the place that I come from
And all the shit I been on
Told her I'm sorry
But I gotta run up a check
Hoes try to greet me with sex
You know you my biggest flex
Give a fuck about your ex
All if that nigga got a problem
Tell him he could get on
'Cause I been tryna gеt
Up out the friendzone, oh

No whitе collar job, but you
Know I got racks, oh
Wanna be your friend forever
I'm tryna hit from the back
And if I ever get in that pussy
I'ma dunk it like I'm Shaq
I'm no Penny Hardaway
But I got it the harder way
She know me off all of the G code
I'm on whatever she on
And she always feel like she right
So she can never be wrong
Told her I'm on top of the world
And I feel like King Kong
She know I'm always coming back
Like we playing ping pong
I give a fuck about a hater, I erase him
When she drink, don't do no chasin'
Fuck them hoes 'cause they be hating
You can see the hate be blatant
My heart down in the basement
When she touch me, my shit drop
We can be for real
We ain't gotta be Love & Hip Hop
We ain't gotta be that fake shit
You know that I been waiting
So, tell me is you ready
'cause my loving ain't basic
Girl, you say that you stressing but
Your life what you make it
And that nigga the reason why you
Know what a lame is

We in the endzone
She put me in the friendzone
Told her I'm sorry, I got no patience
So I gotta get gone
She hate the fact I hang with dope
Boys and they all got flip phones
She don't know the place that I come from
And all the shit I been on
Told her I'm sorry
But I gotta run up a check
Hoes try to greet me with sex
You know you my biggest flex
Give a fuck about your ex
All if that nigga got a problem
Tell him he could get on
'Cause I been tryna get
Up out the friendzone, oh

No, I ain't your side nigga
Your main nigga can die with him
I'm just a friend
You know how I keep it with my hitters
Won't talk about your man 'cause I
Know you gon' side with him
Even though that nigga ain't shit
You probably gon' die with him
You know it's a cold game
I'ma blow like propane
And I don't need for you to be
Around and be no no name
You telling me go with my hoes
But I know these hoes change
And I ain't 'bout to be 'round no
Bitch and give her no fame
Me and you like Martin, Gina
I really get racks, Serena
Fuck that bitch, I ain't never seen her
You know that I ain't a cheater
Young nigga the don of my section
I been a leader when we in the bed the
Only time I'ma beat you
You done seen enough, I done did enough
So, baby, tell me what's up
Is we fucking around or what?
You could say the word
You fuck with that clown or what? Tell me
Is you gon' let me put it down or what?

We in the endzone
She put me in the friendzone
Told her I'm sorry, I got no patience
So I gotta get gone
She hate the fact I hang with dope
Boys and they all got flip phones
She don't know the place that I come from
And all the shit I been on
Told her I'm sorry
But I gotta run up a check
Hoes try to greet me with sex
You know you my biggest flex
Give a fuck about your ex
All if that nigga got a problem
Tell him he could get on
'Cause I been tryna get
Up out the friendzone, oh