Friday Night Lights Lyrics

Alright alright alright alright

Alright alright alright alright

Alright alright alright alright

Alright alright alright alright

Hop on this beat and I fuck it up

Hop on this beat and I run it up

I'm tryna speed in a Bentley Truck

Talking online and he throwing shade

Mixing the wock with the lemonade

We finna do this shit my way

Why he talking that shit online?

At his crib and we up that fye

Had to tuck his ass in bitch goodnight

And this year imma stay out the way

Got some Prada bitch look at the shades

Yo bitch get down giving me face

Yo bitch get down give me dome

I'm finna slide in the club with the chrome

Walk in the mall and I buy what I want

Get on these beats I go hot like a sauna

Getting that green and I-

Getting the green and I fuck on yo momma

I ain't with all the bullshit or the drama

That bitch call me daddy but I ain't her father

Then all the lights come caving in

We knew she a hoe ain't no saving it

She dropped the top but we're raising it

We knew she a hoe ain't no saving it

Hop on this beat and I fuck it up

Hop on this beat and I run it up

I'm tryna speed in a Bentley Truck

Talking online and he throwing shade

Mixing the wock with the lemonade

We finna do this shit my way

Why he talking that shit online?

At his crib and we up that fye

Had to tuck his ass in bitch goodnight

And this year imma stay out the way

Got some Prada bitch look at the shades

Yo bitch get down giving me face