Friday Night Smackdown Lyrics

Birdman, birdman, birdman , birdman

Ayy, Lil Burnt, 2 turnt

Yeah, yeah

Know how to fuck we do

Posted smokin' motherfuckin' backwoods

Gang shit

I'm in the foreign with the Mac out

Friday night, smack down

Guess we makin' racks now

Still sellin' packs, well

Ayy, yeah

I'm in the foreign with the Mac out

Friday night, smack down

Guess we makin' racks now

Still sellin' packs, well

Loud on top of loud

I can barely hear a sound now

Wait, who called her?

I'm in the foreign with the Mac out

Friday night, smack down

Guess we makin' racks now

Still sellin' packs, well

Loud on top of loud

I can barely hear a sound now

Wait, hold up

I'm in the foreign with the Mac out

Friday night, smack down

Guess we makin' racks now

Still sellin' packs, well

Loud on top of loud

I can barely hear a sound now

Ayy, yeah

Big paper only, boy, I'm ballin' like Chicago

Whenever Lil' Burnt go, then the bitches follow

All my tips hollow, yo girl, love too swallow

I ain't fuckin' around with these clowns

We don't, I be stackin' hella fuckin' bread

We know, I ain't fuckin' on you unless you thick

So before you hit the crib, send a pic

Cause I ain't tryna fuck with no ruler-ass bitch

Spit this shit so fresh, call it Listerine

I'm a star, but I ain't shinin', bitch I'm fuckin' glistenin

Hope my haters listenin

Ayy, ayy

Lil' Burnt, 2 turnt

Ayy, ayy

I'm in the foreign with the Mac out

Friday night, smack down

Guess we makin' racks now

Still sellin' packs, well

Ayy, still selling packs well

Yuh yuh yuh what

I'm in the foreign with the Mac out

Friday night, smack down

Guess we makin' racks now

Still sellin' packs, well

Loud on top of loud

I can barely hear a sound now

Ayy, yeah

I'm in the foreign with the Mac out

Friday night, smack down

Guess we makin' racks now

Still sellin' packs, well

Loud on top of loud

I can barely hear a sound now

Ayy, yeah

Lil' Burnt Lil' Burnt , Lil' Burnt