NBA YoungBoy – Not My Friend Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Not My Friend – NBA YoungBoy

Tell her, Pull up to the show
I know she gon’ f**k for sure
Huh, she probably gon’ f**k my bro
Huh, hop out at all the stores
And I bought all the clothes

For to put that s**t on in front of all her friends
Babygirl, you’re not my friend
Babygirl, let’s make Ms
I’m not finna shake yo’ hand
I just wanna beat yo’ back in
My styrofoam double
Rick Owen my jacket
They both off of Codine
She wanna get on it
You know that I’m focused
I get that ho loaded

I got Wok’, I got ..
You know that’s my b**ch, I promote her
Added up ’round this b**ch, f**ked the total
Do the dash in this b**ch ’bout a motor
I jump out with that stick, toe to toe
From the back with that ho, I’m a soldier
I’m not givin’ up none of my money
I’m not lettin’ none of them f**k me over
I been runnin’ up hundreds up, mama
I ain’t never forget that I owe you
Come from doin’ bad to doin’ good
It ain’t perfect but understood
I got to be thankful for that blessin’
Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these h*es
Now, I got a foreign, it’s Rolls
I might as well send a b**ch roses

Yeah, I said, I might as well buy the b**ch roses
Yeah
I say, I might as well buy the b**ch roses

Told the management send a b**ch roses, wherever she was
Come in that red, that’s blood
You know that my Five, lil’ n**ga, do not call me, Cuz
Don’t try me and f**k up my buzz
I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with her bag
I f**k that bag up with that girl
Can’t never go sad
Pop out with that Glock on they ass
I know that you’re lovin’ me, girl

Uh, yeah
Know that you’re lovin’, know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
Know that you love me, know that you love me
I know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
Uh-uh, oh, oh

She’ll do it right now ..
She want Chanel if you see it there
She want it, yeah
To all the n**gas ..
Never gon’ tell what you see, man
Know that that type of s**t turnin’ out bad
Girl, you’re too bad
On your body, Patek
They disrespectin’, we ain’t goin’ for that
Then you know you call me and I’m runnin’ for that
Hope inside .. then I’m wishin’ a well
.. feelin’ my jacket
I’m exposed to this s**t and these n**gas gon’ steal
N**ga, you’re cappin’, lil’ mama .., she like how I rock it
Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Camari
Inside my home I got a store
I got these classes, I got the whole damn department
She want the drugs that I’m on
I looked right at that b**ch and passed it

Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these h*es
Now, I got a foreign, it’s Rolls
I might as well send a b**ch roses
Yeah, I said, I might as well buy the b**ch roses
Yeah, I say, I might as well buy the b**ch roses…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Trenton Kyle
Album: I Rest My Case
Produced by Trenton Kyle
NBA YoungBoy | 2023

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