Not My Friend Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy from the “I Rest My Case” album is a Newly released English song. Not My Friend Lyrics are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Trenton Kyle while the song is produced by Trenton Kyle. The song was published on January 6, 2023.
Not My Friend Song Details:
| Song: | Not My Friend |
| Album: | I Rest My Case |
| Singer(s): | NBA YoungBoy |
| Produced by: | Trenton Kyle |
| Written by: | YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Trenton Kyle |
| Label: | Motown Records & Never Broke Again |
| Release Date: | January 6, 2023 |
Not My Friend Lyrics
(Okay, TK)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, Top
Yeah, yeah
Tell her, “Pull up to the show”
I know she gon’ fuck for sure
Huh, she probably gon’ fuck my bro
Huh, hop out at all the stores
And I bought all the clothes
For to put that shit on in front of all her friends
Babygirl, you’re not my friend (Huh)
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 bitch, I promote her
Added up ’round this bitch, fucked the total
Do the dash in this bitch ’bout a motor
I jump out with that stick, toe to toe
From thе back with that ho, I’m a soldier
I’m not givin’ up none of my money
I’m not lеttin’ none of them fuck me over
I been runnin’ up hundreds up, mama
I ain’t never forget that I owe you (Yeah)
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 hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it’s Rolls
I might as well send a bitch roses
Yeah, I said, “I might as well buy the bitch roses”
Yeah (Ah)
I say, “I might as well buy the bitch roses”
Told the management send a
bitch roses, wherever she was
Come in that red, that’s blood
You know that my Five,
lil’ nigga, do not call me, “Cuz”
Don’t try me and fuck up my buzz
I buy her that bag, I make
sure she stay with her bag
I fuck 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 niggas [?]
Never gon’ tell what you see, man
Know that that type
of shit 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 shit and
these niggas gon’ steal
Nigga, you’re cappin’, lil’ mama [?],
she like how I rock it (Uh-uh)
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 bitch and passed it
Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it’s Rolls
I might as well send a bitch roses
Yeah, I said, “I might as well
buy the bitch roses”
Yeah (Ah)
I say, “I might as well buy the bitch roses”