Landstrip Chip - Friendzone lyrics

[Intro] (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) (OG Parker) [Chorus: Landstrip Chip] Yeah (Yeah) Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah (Zone) Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah [Verse 1: Landstrip Chip] We could be friends, I'm countin' these bands in the 600 Benz (Benz) Where was you whеn I ain't have no M's? Where was you whеn I ain't have no friends? ni**as hate when they see him (See him) I get money from AM to PM (PM) ni**a think that I'm fu*kin' his BM I probably don't even be checkin' her DM (Nah) I only make time for playtime I don't waste time on FaceTime (Huh) I ain't on my time or your time To be in love takes times (Time) I ain't with the friendly sh*t I'd rather be at the dealership where the bank vibe (Skrr) Put a b*tch in the friendzone (Zone) Now she mad 'cause I'm bringin' them M's home, yeah [Bridge: Landstrip Chip] These ni**as they know I be drippin' of course And they ask where I shop, get their drip from the boy (Drip) I be writtin' these ni**as hits, but I get hits sent, like they wrote for the boy She wanna get in the endzone, put the b*tch in the friendzone (Yeah) All these diamonds is factory, just like a car with no rims on (Huh) Yeah (Yeah, No cap) [Chorus: Landstrip Chip & Seddy Hendrinx] Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah (Zone) Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah (Yeah, Huh) [Verse 2: Seddy Hendrinx] Right playin' the wrong ni**a You try to play me, b*tch, like, "What the fu*k wrong with you?" Three fire the blunt, yeah, I'm high They do whatever to get on this ride Lean on them ropes, they gon' feel you I'm here tryna tell you these b*tches be lyin' Show all your work, Perc', like they were tryin' b*tch can't get a Birk' purse, not in our line Tell me just what it hit for? Roger that, I like that tenfold Gettin' of work by three or four She be sendin' that pussy through Venmo I ain't goin' back and forth, that's somethin' you know Wanna leave? You can leave, ho, hit that door Gotta let go, can't fu*k up my tempo Where was you when my bed it was on the floor? Yeah Gotta let go, can't fu*k up my tempo Where was you when my bed it was on the floor? Ran them racks up 'til I know I got more Gotta let go, can't fu*k up my tempo Where was you when my bed it was on the floor? Ran them racks up 'til I know I got more (Mm, mm-mm) [Chorus: Landstrip Chip] Yeah (Yeah) Girl, you don't know what you in for (What you in for, oh-oh) Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah (Zone) Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah (In the friendzone) Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah (Up my tempo, oh-oh) Girl, you don't know what you in for Can't let you fu*k up my tempo, put a bad in the friendzone, yeah (Friendzone)