Letra de Friendly - YNW Melly

(Feat. YNW4L, Jit4 Stan)

Young Nigga World!

Young Nigga Wave!

Yeah!

Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope

One hundred round extension with a telescope

Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope

Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe

I want racks sayin right now

I want racks right fucking now

If you don't have any then fuck you

We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account

If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me

I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis

Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly

Hit ya head and lick for 35 bands

And I got them racks all inside my pants

Bitch, these are Jordans I ain't rockin' vans

2018 I was rockin' vans

I won't fuck that bih, 'cause I ain't friendly

Young nigga running up them benjis

Hoppin' out the coupe and evidently, evidently everybody envy

Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope

One hundred round extension with a telescope

Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope

Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe

I want racks sayin right now

I want racks right fucking now

If you don't have any then fuck you

We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account

If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me

I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis

Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly

Loadin' up the semi and the carbon

Bitch, you wanna fuck but we the hardest

And lil Melly from the G, yeah, the gardens

And she know a nigga finna go his hardest

Hollow tips in this chopper, bitch, catch these shells

YNW and bitch you know that shit forever

Put the dope on the mothafuckin' damn scale

Weight it up and if he play then shoot his ass

Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope

One hundred round extension with a telescope

Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope

Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe

I want racks sayin right now

I want racks right fucking now

If you don't have any then fuck you

We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account

If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me

I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis

Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly

Ay, brodie, load up the .23

Don't you speak on me, 'cause we gon' get on feet

We hoppin' out the V, I see my mans, they diamonds clean

Brodie want the chain, I told him ''No'', that could trace back to you

Diss the gang, playin', park the car, we gon' hop out and shoot

Brodie do too much, he say he tryna stand over dude

He tryna overkill, every drill is never fair

The type of shit we do we gettin' life, we never gettin' bail

It's a Young Nigga World, screamin' ''Free Li Mel''

If the judge gave me a hunnid years, I would never tell

Yeah, I would never fold, if you bite that cheese you get exposed

Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope

One hundred round extension with a telescope

Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope

Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe

I want racks sayin right now

I want racks right fucking now

If you don't have any then fuck you

We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account

If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me

I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis

Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly

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