BFFR

[Intro]
Said it
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it! (Like)
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So-
(Kenzo B!)

[Interlude]
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
If ya bitches gon' be anything in life (Top 2 & I'm not 2 bitch!)
I want ya to be for real (So what, what, what)
(Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes)

[Verse 1: Kenzo B]
Like, listen
Yea I said it, I ain't fucking wit ya' weak ass niggas
Do it for the 'Gram, pussy in the streets ass niggas
Bird ass, always talkin' out they beak ass nigga
He tryna argue, 'cause he don't know what to eat ass niggas
Like, I ain't trippin' over none of you hoеs, you bitches catty
Ya know that nigga sharin' his clothes still call him "Daddy"
Them bitchеs talkin' hot and still walkin' without scatty
They just mad because I'm pretty, petite, and I got a fatty
But I'm over it
Cuz I'm blowin' not just holdin' it
I need me some shit that's gon' keep bussin', I'm not reloadin' it
And if I back out now, can believe me, I'm not just showin' it
In any situation, I got it then I'm controllin' it, like
Look, I'm a five-star bitch
I'm still heavy on the ghetto doin' five-star shit
Went from spinnin' in the J's, and now I'm steppin to Louie
Fuck the clout and the fame, I still send bitches to the gooey, yeah I said it

[Interlude]
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Ye-Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? So what? So what? So what? What? What? So what?
(Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes)

[Verse 2: Kenzo B]
Like, they poppin' all this big money shit, but niggas jeans ain't that
Postin' pics, drippin' in jewels, and then ain't givin' em' back
I ain't doubtin' no niggas struggle, but just stop wit the cap
How you gon' take me on a date, can't even pick up the slack
Like be for real, niggas be actin' clueless
He could say he got a gun, but when the fuck he gon' use it
A nigga play wit me then he crazy, bye to ya stupid
Like, imagine God done sent you a blessing and then you lose it
And you bitches ain't safe, ya look stupid, where the hate on ya face
And ya just mad a bitch done went from eatin' Ramen to Steak
Like okay, it all depends on how you take it
Don't gotta be a room, my name alone could get it shakin' and they hate it
But I'm still gettin' money, can't stop me from sittin' pretty
I'm still the realest bitch to bring pressure up in my city
Fuck all the decoys and the bots, I'm too high up in the clouds
To be arguing wit bitches by the spot likee

[Interlude]
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Ye-Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? So what? So what? So what? What? What? So what?
(Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak)