Black Friday Lyrics

It's my way

Or the fuckin Highway

Fuck Halloween

I'm trying put a Ghost

In my drive way

Everything must go

It's Black Friday

She suck it like a pro

Got that sour face

Buy it for the low

Then we up the rates

Shit been goin' slow

Time to pick up the pace

Von Basquiat

Ima paint her face

I got two phones

And I'm not tired

I feel like Kevin gates

Cartiers block the hate

We got everything for sell

We don't need a scale

Fuck 12

I don't know him

I don't even know myself

Got a bad bitch sending me mail

Got a Angel flying me a kite

We live like the cartel

Shoes courtesy of off white

Fuck feelings

I'm catching flights

Touchdown

And I'm gone by tonight

Cold world

Put my heart on ice

Set your price

Then live your life

It's a gamble nigga

Roll the dice

Niggas in it for the hype

Everything must go

Maybe even you

Money Mike!

It's my way

Or the fuckin Highway

Fuck Halloween

I'm trying put a Ghost

In my drive way

Everything must go

It's Black Friday

She suck it like a pro

Got that sour face

Buy it for the low

Then we up the rates

Shit been goin' slow

Time to pick up the pace

Von Basquiat

Ima paint her face (Come here)

Leg up

Pull her lace

Ask me why I'm being weird

Money rag wipe my tears

She gon pull up

Eat me on the spot

Like hibachi

It's cold, Mask down

Ride with the stick like we playing hockey

Running through the lobby

This shit like a hobby

Graveyard shift

We just closing shop

Ain't even tryna party nigga

It's my way

Or the fuckin Highway

Fuck Halloween

I'm tryin put a Ghost

In my drive way

Everything must go

It's Black Friday

She suck it like a pro

Got that sour face

Buy it for the low

Then we up the rates

Shit been goin' slow

Time to pick up the pace

Von Basquiat

Ima paint her face