Best Friend (Feat. Rich The Kid)

Ayy Yeah, yeah Verse 1: DaBaby Let me snap off the rip I done got back in my bag Bag I just be stackin' my chips Turn up I'm tryna roll up while I drive I'm gon' end up crashin' the whip Ayy She like to cut up when she ride Ride We gon' end up havin' some Uh I'm gon' end up spazzin' again I fucked her once and I had her again Yeah And my shit so hard when I freestyle I don't need to havin' a pen I live it, I don't need to write it Huh, yuh So don't even try it I'm havin' a drink on the plane Plane I sit at the front like the pilot Huh I know that little ho, that's your main Main I'ma fuck her and run up her mileage Ha She keep tryna suck on the dick Why 'Cause I drip like a motherfuckin' stylist Chorus: DaBaby And I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah Ha Verse 2: DaBaby I can see that you motherfuckers mad Mad My bitch bad, whip fast I'm in my mo- bad Bad Bitch, I'm a dog off the leash Grr I need a motherfuckin' muzzle Woof She tried to play hard to get Ha But I figured her out like a puzzle Yeah She get all the bread from her dad Dad She get all the ass from her mother Her head so good it made me love her Huh Her head so good it made me love her Yeah I had to say that shit two time Yeah She blow up my phone, get a new line Brr I'm chargin' the ho for the dick She can't use a motherfuckin' coupon Ha Chorus: DaBaby And I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah Woo Verse 3: Rich The Kid I know you mad as hell What My bitch, she bad as well Bitch Lay on me, got a new smell Skrrt The money is old and stale Huh How I spent one-fifty on a necklace Yah How I fuck around, crash the whole Bentley How you rich but your bank account empty Empty She want a little bit of Fendi What She want some dick and a bag, too She better have my ticket to Canc첬n Yeah They mad, it's nothin' I can't do Woo DaBaby got bitches, they comin' through They comin' Your nigga got riches, I cut the coupe My neck so sick I need some soup Ack My bitch, she rich, get money, too Money, too She love me, then I would be mad, too Chorus: DaBaby And I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah I just got a DM from your best friend And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah