Friday

[Intro]
(I fucking love you, JuJu)

[Verse 1]
All that woofin' on my phone, bitch, go kill somethin’
I just popped a Batman, I feel like Bill Clinton
The jury know I had the money from the still image
Her BD from Arkansas and I still hit it
That was three years ago, man, you still trippin?
My reputation say I'm violent, I don't kill niggas
And I don’t know you killed the homie tweets and still snitchin’
The jury had a different verdict but you feel different
Don't let your feelings get the best of you, that's not cool
All those comments on my pictures, bro, that's not you
I understand you had a loss, but we got rules
Cause we gon' double park them Bentleys if the spot cool

[Chorus]
I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday
Lay the whole block down like it's Friday
Whole brick to the face, it was Friday
Lil' nigga, you ain't never seen Friday?
I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday
Lay the whole block down like it's Friday
Whole brick to the face, it was Friday
Lil' nigga, have you ever seen Friday?

[Verse 2]
Creepin' through the door, niggas wanna snake me
Talkin' from behind what's the explanation?
If you talkin' money, they could never phase me
Niggas mean muggin' with no expectation
Blew 'em all a kiss, Nina finna slay 'em
Tear the club up, I'm runnin' out of patience
Niggas in my ear, but don't never say shit
I'm the Ruler, I'm the don, don't you get mistaken

[Chorus]
I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday
Lay the whole block down like it's Friday
Whole brick to the face, it was Friday
Lil' nigga, you ain't never seen Friday?
I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday
Lay the whole block down like it's Friday
Whole brick to the face, it was Friday
Lil' nigga, have you ever seen Friday?

[Verse 3]
Shit, tricks are for kids
The doors open for me like I had a spare
I Bruce Lee kicked and landed in a chair
When time to play ball, I glue it to my hand
Twenty-eight shots off to save the last dance
Angels and demons, Barney's and Nieman's
That's rider in my shoes, brought Christ with me
Brainiac, my shooter from an Ivy League
Pints on me, Rami spilled some ice on me
Three thirties like you asked the time from me
We just want the money, niggas always playin'
Pints in the rear 'cause niggas always drinkin'

[Chorus]
I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday
Lay the whole block down like it's Friday
Whole brick to the face, it was Friday
Lil' nigga, you ain't never seen Friday?
I know you don't do lean, but it's Friday
Lay the whole block down like it's Friday
Whole brick to the face, it was Friday
Lil' nigga, have you ever seen Friday?