Yung Ralph
Friends
[Intro]
Yeah, God damn, yeah

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, hah
If he been riding with you put your mans on, hah
If them n***as down witcha put your camp on, hah
Still never trust a soul what I stand for, yeah
Why them n***as moving from you with the bands for? Ay
That ain't your homie, why the f**k they shaking hands for?
Yeah, playing funny with my money get your a** hurt
Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first
2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, yeah
If he been riding with you put your mans on, yeah
If them n***as down witcha put your camp on, yeah
Still never trust a soul what I stand for, ay
Why them n***as moving from you with the bands for? Ay
That ain't your homie, why the f**k they shaking hands for?
Ay, playing funny with my money get your a** hurt, ay
Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first

[Verse 1: Young Ralph]
Boss n***a, love to see my girl in Chanel stunting
Me, Louis polo collared shirt, checkerboard b***ons
Still in the hood everyday like I ain't seen nothing
Still in the trap everyday, might serve a fiend something
Juuging round the Zoo, me and Zoovie making movies
Leaving haters coolie, make 'em wonder how I do it
Boss status, foreign automatics, and my body tatted
VVS's, dollars in my mouth, I'm a money addict
N***as always talking, what they doing? I'm like yeah-yeah
N***as say he got it, still ain't paid his partner bail yet
Me, I eyeball work, I need no scale, I do it well, yeah
Play with me, I have your a** whacked quick, yeah-yeah
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, hah
If he been riding with you put your mans on, hah
If them n***as down witcha put your camp on, hah
Still never trust a soul what I stand for, yeah
Why them n***as moving from you with the bands for? Ay
That ain't your homie, why the f**k they shaking hands for?
Yeah, playing funny with my money get your a** hurt
Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first

[Verse 2: 4k Tayy]
My lifestyle crazy, b*t*hes wanna have my baby
Chasing paper, even when I'm on the lean I'm never lazy
A pu**y n***a play, I'll send his a** straight to (?)
Keep the Glock beside me like (?) these n***as out here shady
Mob got me flexing, Wap turned me up a notch
Everyday different out, different city, different thots
Sex filled shawty, Glock 40 in the party
Everyday I pop a tab, drink a (?), serving bad
Pull up fast, they go fast, in and out, one stop shop
Take my b*t*h to shop, got it off the block, play with Wap
Get your top popped
Living lavish in expensive fabrics
I ain't always had
Flexing on the old me back in counting on fleek
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
2 feet, 10 toes, what you stand on, hah
If he been riding with you put your mans on, hah
If them n***as down witcha put your camp on, hah
Still never trust a soul what I stand for, yeah
Why them n***as moving from you with the bands for? Ay
That ain't your homie, why the f**k they shaking hands for?
Yeah, playing funny with my money get your a** hurt
Yeah, before I get you right, get the gas first

[Verse 3: Fetty Wap]
Zoo Gang, we a bunch of young n***as turned millionaires
Get it right, young n***as money
Finally a street n***a flooded out my cuban sh*t be blinding me
Four Rollies and they iced out, got a shine on me
Zoo god, got my 30 cars, it ain't no (?)
I turn the crib into the gun range if they robbing me
Extended clips get extended, his is like a lottery
Shorty says she tryna to learn the way I whip that pottery
I love it when she get nasty and make it slobbery
I'm Zoovie, I'm from the Zoo Gang, who is stopping me?
Make sure you n***as come correct, you tryna rock with me
A lot of n***as screaming Zoo Gang and they gon' rob for free