The Nettwork - A Song I Made About Hanging Out With Friends (feat. Manic Phase)

Man you too complex for a mother fucking nigga
(Complex bitch)
Got me wanting pulling triggas
Cheffing up the work with the flick of the wrist
All my fucking friends is some pushas or some pimps
Yeah bitch
Gets hip to the shit
Cotton mouth so bad that I gotta get a lick
Last night had this bitch
Doing splits on the dick
But I kick her to the curb cause I'm trying get rich
Yeah bitch

Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas yeah nigga huh

I don't think you niggas get it
If I speak about the shit then I really live it
If I speak about your bitch then I really hit it
Blow a check get it back then go and fucking spend it
While you catching zs
Man I'm setting up my dreams
My coffees so sweet
Cause all I need is cream
Thank god for the team
You don't wanna see me mean
You fuckin with my money bitch
Ima make you scream
For ice cream

Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
In for my niggas yeah nigga

I said Shit let's fuck up some commas
Stay stunting on hoes don't care bout your problems
Why you calling hoe I don't need you bitch I'm ballin
Said you calling hoe I don't need you bitch I'm ballin
Yeah
This about to be that Kendrick spitting control shit
Like as soon as the beat come on my nigga I fucking own this
Exceeding expectations but I still got room to grow bitch
Talking out your neck so I'm coming for your throat bitch

Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas yeah nigga

Lay it down on the tracks so niggas thought I fell
Am I too high or drunk can't really tell
I'm the shit lil nigga can't you tell
Me and big Sean bouncing back taking no more Ls
But is you a real you
Nah nigga is you a real
Ask my hitta is that a real gun
Will run
It's real fun
Man I'm bout to steal some

Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
GoingIn for my niggas yeah nigga
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas yeah nigga
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a mother fucking nigga
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my mother fucking niggas
Going In for my niggas yeah nigga

Written by:
Breslin Logan

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