$hyfromdatre - Go Bestfriend lyrics

( Intro ) The f*ck, hold on b*tches got beef but don't wanna fight me quit all that barking hoe bite me b*tch! Verse: b*tch you fat need a tummy tuck, you dropping diss songs man b*tch get yo money up If you 'bout it then run it up, used to be cool with this b*tch but she mad that i'm coming up You a thot you gon' su*k it up, I got a white b*tch in the club wanna pump it up F*ck a speech ima sum it up, shy on the track and you already know she gon' f*ck it up b*tch needa worry bout' a bag, I'm rocking these shows and that's why she mad After this diss you going out sad, b*tch you not boujee you don't got no class Turnt in the booth and I'm piped off that gas, spin on yo block then we hitting the dash It's still love for you tho but, b*tch, I'm bout' to get on yo ass Shy got a potty mouth, you wanna talk sh*t, b*tch, let's talk bout' yo body count You stink throw yo body out Tryna hang wit da kid i'm the life of the party now Yo lil sister look up to me, b*tch you can't rap and you really not touching me, just like a virgin a b*tch can not f*ck wit me and I ain't never been pussy, b*tch you know what's up with me Now this b*tch wanna pop sh*t, we was just cool now this b*tch wanna act like a opp b*tch She mad she cant stop sh*t, said that my breathe stink cus I'm spittin' dat hot sh*t Quit all that barking lil b*tch and come bite me b*tches got beef but they don't wanna fight me Turnt to my music but swear they don't like me You got my number hoe, FaceTime , Skype me These hoes wanna be me, i'm on yo' radio soon ima be on yo' TV John Cena b*tches cant see me, I'm going up and it's hella fans wanna meet me b*tches don't get me b*tch why you hating? You coulda been going up with me Spear on a b*tch like she Brittney You could've dissed any b*tch but instead you gon' pick me Make a b*tch wanna hit me b*tches be cap on my name, the shoe did not fit me Show these b*tches no pity These b*tches wanna be friends, admit it, you miss me Wrap up the beat like a doobie, ion give a f*ck bout' opinions, you know imma do me b*tch you a nat, you a groupie Told the lil b*tch it's some snacks and we pulled up with scoobies (Outro): b*tch THE fu*kKK! DUMB ASS HOE, I JUST GOT ON DIS b*tch ASS DUMB ASS b*tch b*tch YOU DON'T RAP HARDER THAN ME, GET THAT sh*t THE FUCC UP! b*tch!