Lyrics
Go best friend, go best friend
Go best friend, go best friend
Go left then, go next then
Go best friend, go best friend
Where your freak friends at, can you text them?
This **** gon' act bad, what you wanna get then?
It's you saddened
You can pop shit, bae, I ain't tellin'
You can fuck on the bae, I ain't tellin'
Can't do this shit the the way that I tell you, woah, woah
You a good girl, I respect it, it's sacred
Can we fast forward to the part where you naked?
I'm too impatient, I act like I claim it
I keep it P, it's a shot if I chase it
Bad bitch, replacement, I copy it and paste it, hmm
Control, alt, delete
Don't mind me, I'm going off the drink
I just wanna see if it's bon apetite
High so fat, but waist so petite
Worn by action, bitch, talk is cheap
Try and get right, then go left with me
I stay dangerous, your secret is safe for me
So don't hide it, you a freak, huh?
I go deep, oh, I'm tryna sleep some
You bring a friend like each one, teach one
And like P-Lo, I'm tryna be some baby
Go left then, go next then
Go best friend, go best friend
Where your freak friends at, can you text them?
This **** gon' act bad, what you wanna get then?
It's you saddened
You can pop shit, bae, I ain't tellin'
You can fuck on the bae, I ain't tellin'
Can you do this shit the way that I tell you, woah, woah
So go on one, I'm the grown one
Baby, don't run, baby, don't run
I could make it bust open, make it fold up
And be cap down, and be throw up
What you want from it, baby, come throw some
Like a real one, baby, like it knows some
I got rack on, baby, we can blow some
Put something fat on me, baby, we could blow some
Top five, she from Oakland, baby, let's go dumb
On my body, where you get my low from?
Can I put it in your face, that how I won't come?
Can I pull up when you do it till I broke some?
Can I put you on the fly, yeah, cause I want some?
Can I put you through the floor, up by the ocean?
You got pull up, you can't text me, I'll be ghosting
They can put it on me, I'ma put you on some motion, baby
Go left then, go next then
Go best friend, go best friend
Where your freak friends at, can you text them?
This **** gon' act bad, what you wanna get then?
It's you saddened
You can pop shit, bae, I ain't tellin'
You can fuck on the bae, I ain't
Can you do this shit the way that I did
Oh, oh
Written by: Brandon Rainey, Matthew Burdette