Mobin I'm cooling wit bros
F*ck all my foes, I'm high as a ghost, yeah
Can't wait to do hundreds of shows
Count Hundreds and fiftys, f*ck hundreds of hoes, Yeah
Dominican, Puerto Rico
I'm snapping a picture and yall gone repost, yeah
We smoke everywhere that we go
Like how did you know, you can smell it, it's gold, yeah
Up through the roof, the sunroof on the coupe
Instagram live, see me pouring a deuce
Telling the truth when they lying to you, yeah
Tell em that I got the juice, yeah
Hold up
Mr. T pity the fool, yeah
Taking these rappers to school, yeah
Feel like I'm that nigga that dude, yeah
Damn I just jumped out the shower
I worked like eight hours
Refreshed I feel fine, holdup
Not for a penny I stop for a dime
I'm rapping so I can retire, yeah
Kevin gates I don't get tired, yeah I get wired
Message from my drug supplier
Tryna get in said he bringing that fire
I open the door wit my hand on my iron
I just stepped outta the water, I'm clean
The outfit I've chosen gone slaughter the scene
No jewels in my ears, what you're hearing is platinum
Sunset on Friday, I'm gearing for action
Especially, when I'm out of town, when we around
Know the loud around, put a new smoker down like a ground and pound
You ain't getting back up, now how that sound
It's Wayman the great, Dutch master Palma I'm blazing an 8th
All in one blunt, heading straight to the lake
Or vacate to a place by the beach and blow haze at the waves
I am running thru and breaking the maze
The women are out here, still taking in rays
This is the weekend, been waiting for days
Anxious, impatient, just making a way
Walked up to shorty, she was like a nine
Right away, I'm on the clock, that's her type of time
Long story short, when we left from there
She followed right behind, had three friends with her
One was an eight and the other two might be dimes
She asked could they come too, of course that'd be mighty fine
Get right, I'ma light up mine, then let the night unwind, yeah
It's 12 o'clock noon
I'm just waking up and I'm feeling brand new
Planning my day bout to make me a move
Might hit the mall and go cop me some shoes
It's Friday I'm hitting the blunt with my crew
Then might get some head later on
While playing my favorite song
Smoking that Kush in that bong, Smoke in my lungs
Setting off fire alarms
Swag on 100 thousand yeah
That Kush got my mental all cloudy yeah
I got that drip on me, I'm drowning yeah
You hoe wanna suck go down me yeah
And just yes and allow it yeah
And when I'm done take me a shower yeah
Then roll me some more of that sour yeah
High as the Khalifa Tower yeah
Hit Friday (feat. Mikomi & The Kid Wayman) Video (MV)
Performed By: Kristylez
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: Bradley Hawkins, Kristopher White, Deon Ware
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Mobin I'm cooling wit bros
F*ck all my foes, I'm high as a ghost, yeah
Can't wait to do hundreds of shows
Count Hundreds and fiftys, f*ck hundreds of hoes, Yeah
Dominican, Puerto Rico
I'm snapping a picture and yall gone repost, yeah
We smoke everywhere that we go
Like how did you know, you can smell it, it's gold, yeah
Up through the roof, the sunroof on the coupe
Instagram live, see me pouring a deuce
Telling the truth when they lying to you, yeah
Tell em that I got the juice, yeah
Hold up
Mr. T pity the fool, yeah
Taking these rappers to school, yeah
Feel like I'm that nigga that dude, yeah
Damn I just jumped out the shower
I worked like eight hours
Refreshed I feel fine, holdup
Not for a penny I stop for a dime
I'm rapping so I can retire, yeah
Kevin gates I don't get tired, yeah I get wired
Message from my drug supplier
Tryna get in said he bringing that fire
I open the door wit my hand on my iron
I just stepped outta the water, I'm clean
The outfit I've chosen gone slaughter the scene
No jewels in my ears, what you're hearing is platinum
Sunset on Friday, I'm gearing for action
Especially, when I'm out of town, when we around
Know the loud around, put a new smoker down like a ground and pound
You ain't getting back up, now how that sound
It's Wayman the great, Dutch master Palma I'm blazing an 8th
All in one blunt, heading straight to the lake
Or vacate to a place by the beach and blow haze at the waves
I am running thru and breaking the maze
The women are out here, still taking in rays
This is the weekend, been waiting for days
Anxious, impatient, just making a way
Walked up to shorty, she was like a nine
Right away, I'm on the clock, that's her type of time
Long story short, when we left from there
She followed right behind, had three friends with her
One was an eight and the other two might be dimes
She asked could they come too, of course that'd be mighty fine
Get right, I'ma light up mine, then let the night unwind, yeah
It's 12 o'clock noon
I'm just waking up and I'm feeling brand new
Planning my day bout to make me a move
Might hit the mall and go cop me some shoes
It's Friday I'm hitting the blunt with my crew
Then might get some head later on
While playing my favorite song
Smoking that Kush in that bong, Smoke in my lungs
Setting off fire alarms
Swag on 100 thousand yeah
That Kush got my mental all cloudy yeah
I got that drip on me, I'm drowning yeah
You hoe wanna suck go down me yeah
And just yes and allow it yeah
And when I'm done take me a shower yeah
Then roll me some more of that sour yeah
High as the Khalifa Tower yeah
F*ck all my foes, I'm high as a ghost, yeah
Can't wait to do hundreds of shows
Count Hundreds and fiftys, f*ck hundreds of hoes, Yeah
Dominican, Puerto Rico
I'm snapping a picture and yall gone repost, yeah
We smoke everywhere that we go
Like how did you know, you can smell it, it's gold, yeah
Up through the roof, the sunroof on the coupe
Instagram live, see me pouring a deuce
Telling the truth when they lying to you, yeah
Tell em that I got the juice, yeah
Hold up
Mr. T pity the fool, yeah
Taking these rappers to school, yeah
Feel like I'm that nigga that dude, yeah
Damn I just jumped out the shower
I worked like eight hours
Refreshed I feel fine, holdup
Not for a penny I stop for a dime
I'm rapping so I can retire, yeah
Kevin gates I don't get tired, yeah I get wired
Message from my drug supplier
Tryna get in said he bringing that fire
I open the door wit my hand on my iron
I just stepped outta the water, I'm clean
The outfit I've chosen gone slaughter the scene
No jewels in my ears, what you're hearing is platinum
Sunset on Friday, I'm gearing for action
Especially, when I'm out of town, when we around
Know the loud around, put a new smoker down like a ground and pound
You ain't getting back up, now how that sound
It's Wayman the great, Dutch master Palma I'm blazing an 8th
All in one blunt, heading straight to the lake
Or vacate to a place by the beach and blow haze at the waves
I am running thru and breaking the maze
The women are out here, still taking in rays
This is the weekend, been waiting for days
Anxious, impatient, just making a way
Walked up to shorty, she was like a nine
Right away, I'm on the clock, that's her type of time
Long story short, when we left from there
She followed right behind, had three friends with her
One was an eight and the other two might be dimes
She asked could they come too, of course that'd be mighty fine
Get right, I'ma light up mine, then let the night unwind, yeah
It's 12 o'clock noon
I'm just waking up and I'm feeling brand new
Planning my day bout to make me a move
Might hit the mall and go cop me some shoes
It's Friday I'm hitting the blunt with my crew
Then might get some head later on
While playing my favorite song
Smoking that Kush in that bong, Smoke in my lungs
Setting off fire alarms
Swag on 100 thousand yeah
That Kush got my mental all cloudy yeah
I got that drip on me, I'm drowning yeah
You hoe wanna suck go down me yeah
And just yes and allow it yeah
And when I'm done take me a shower yeah
Then roll me some more of that sour yeah
High as the Khalifa Tower yeah
Writer: Bradley Hawkins, Kristopher White, Deon Ware
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid