Wonder, ​twikipedia - ​not my frand... lyrics

Gotta get the bands gotta, get the bands
Money in my jeans, knives up in my pants
You ain't lookin good boy I'm not a fan
Why you talkin to me? Boy
You're not my friend
40 clip shit yeah we know you wanna be shit
I don't think you slick that lil
Bitch is getting clipped quick
He not out my face that lil
Pussy gon give me bitch lips
He been talkin reckless then he
Get his big spit

Man these bitches funny ha
You think that you know me
You think that we buddy buddy
I don't think bout you i
Only think bout the money
Try to call me back you ain't getting it
It isn't funny
That bitch ain't getting my digit's
I think the hope diminished
These pussys testing my limit's i
Bring them start to finish
Ok imma need a minute
They ain't been feeling different I
Ain't ever in my feelings
I just back to greening get
My bag touch my bag
Fine but this could've been my bag
This sad no press act empty clip extendo mag
Ok im making another hit ill fuck
You and that lil bitch
They ain't been doing zip i
Been getting motherfucking rich

Gotta get the bands gotta, get the bands
Money in my jeans, knives up in my pants
You ain't lookin good boy I'm not a fan
Why you talkin to me? Boy
You're not my friend
40 clip shit yeah we know you wanna be shit
I don't think you slick that lil
Bitch is getting clipped quick
He not out my face that lil
Pussy gon give me bitch lips
He been talkin reckless then he
Get his big spit

I don't even know how to talk like that
Getting money bitch im getting the sta-a
I just shot my
Can you believe i was down bad like that?
Nowadays I'm just getting the bread
Too fast i been running a lap like that
Can you fix my okay im gonna get it going
I did what im supposed to I
Did what i been told to
And they still gon hate me
Sorry but don't you fucking tell me
You wanted to be carried
Im not trynna get carried away I I I
Hate all my fucking friends
They all suck like yesterday
He was talking all that stuff but
He don't wanna see your face
He knows why he fucking
Hates me that's entitled
I can't talk bout all your problems there
Won't be a lot to say

Gotta get the bands gotta, get the bands
Money in my jeans, knives up in my pants
You ain't lookin good boy I'm not a fan
Why you talkin to me? Boy
You're not my friend
40 clip shit yeah we know you wanna be shit
I don't think you slick that lil
Bitch is getting clipped quick
He not out my face that lil
Pussy gon give me bitch lips
He been talkin reckless then he
Get his big spit