JOK! - Just Friends

Birkin bags, designer on your feet
Give you everything you want, I said that's all on me
I've been aiming for the top because I got a dream
But mama said it be hard times so I've been clutching heat
Niggas never wanna funk, so we've been stepping out
I got a demon on my side, he tryna stretch it out
Birkin bags on Birkin bags, like what you stressed about
Bitch, you gotta leave, I'm tired of hearing your ass pout
Aye I'm a bougie shooter, I shoot in monclear
Aye brother push up on his load I see him right there
Don't you worry about your son, I am not fair
I always keep that pistol tucked, like this is not rare
You slap that nigga in the load just know you getting left
Got your bitch bending over in the Nike tech
A lot of shit been going right, but it could still go left
Partnuh acting hella funny, think he tryna jest
You ain't never in the field, so get the fucc up out my face
You ain't never in the field, so you ain't touching on no pape
Niggas always dissing, get the fucc up out my way
None going for your life, been thinking you been gay
She thought she had a tricc, I'm sorry baby, that's just not the move
Not a triccy nigga, I'm a boss, you gotta get in tone
You gotta get in tune
You gotta get in tune
I'm a boss, not a trick, you gotta get in tune
Birkin bags, designer on your feet
Gets you everything you want, I said that's all of me
I been aiming for the top, because I got a dream
Your momma said it'd be hard times, so I been touching heat
Niggas never wanna funk, so we been stepping out
I got a demon on my side, he tryna stretch it out
Birkin bags on Birkin bags, like what you stressed about
Bitch you gotta leave, I'm tired of hearing your ass pout

Written by:
Joachim Havens-Stokes

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