Video Friday The 17th de Alamo Records 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alamo Records - Friday The 17th Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You niggas is suckers and ain't got no cash
I hopped off my ass and I got me a bag
These raps make me sad, got all of this cash
When word gets out that boy don't look at the tag
Cars exotic, transform, robotic
My chopper is modded, I shoot it retarded
Lil Wopster don't hide it, I shoot you, new target
I left the body, the police gon' choke it
I rock Supreme and Italian designer
I'm lit like a candle, stay strapped like some sandals
We snakes just like Samuel, but we on a jet
Looking suspicious, catch two on the neck
Your bitch gave me neck and I swear it's the best
Ayy, hopped out the 'Rari and hopped in the 'Vette
VVS drip, my shirt soakin' wet
I can't trust a soul, fucked the ho with my face

[Chorus]
Somewhere geeked up with my partner, ayy
Heard that nigga havin' cash, we gon' follow him, uh
Send a bitch out and tell her, "Follow him"
Got a chopper full of shells, he gon' swallow 'em, ayy
Somewhere geeked up with my partner, ayy
Heard that nigga havin' cash, we gon' follow him, uh
Send a bitch out and tell her, "Follow him"
Got a chopper full of shells, he gon' swallow 'em
[Verse 2]
My bitch she bad, she look like a model
Got a nice body, she shaped like a bottle
I buy her Chanel, she suck, she swallow
Bought me a chopper and fill it with hollows
I dick down the trap off the nicks and the name
I need new chains, finna hit me a stain
I woke up in Follies, I'm making it rain
I fuck on your ho, send her back where she came
Bought me a glocky, it cost me six-fifty
Tote hundreds and fifties, they look just like titties
These niggas, they know how I'm rockin' like Milly
I hold the chopper and make 'em get silly
Clutch on that girl, that bitch poppin' a wheelie
Top from your bitch got me swervin' the Bentley
You say that's your bitch? Well guess what, I'm a dentist
Don't want your ho, get her back when I'm finished

[Interlude]
(Ayy)
Yeah, bitch
I don't want your ho, nigga
(Ha) Ah
(Ha) Yeah
Ah, yeah, uh (Ayy)
[Verse 3]
Bitch I'm gettin' cake, uh, you on Section 8
I get special service when I walk inside the bank (Ayy)
Color drippin' off the 'rella, coupe is candy paint
I just fucked a preacher's wife, was actin' like she Sam
Ooh, act hard, they know that they ain't
Just bought a new gun, it came with a shank
Go out like Saddam, go out with a bang
Fortnite shit, I shoot it, got aim
I'm in the field and you on the range
Made love with a bitch and I'm with the gang
I need some guap, yeah, I need a stain
Kick door shit, run up in your domain

[Chorus]
Somewhere geeked up with my partner, ayy
Heard that nigga havin' cash, we gon' follow him, uh
Send a bitch out and tell her, "Follow him"
Got a chopper full of shells, he gon' swallow 'em, ayy
Somewhere geeked up with my partner, ayy
Heard that nigga havin' cash, we gon' follow him, uh
Send a bitch out and tell her, "Follow him"
Got a chopper full of shells, he gon' swallow 'em