Woe Is Me
Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) Lyrics

Yeah (Rain drops drop tops)
Yo I finna go in on this one (Rain Drops drop tops)
Feel me
It's young Killa (Rain Drops drop tops)
Sa1nt
Let's go in and get it boy

Rain drops, no fuck that
I bust on a track don't bust back
I'll eat you up please trust that Coward ass bitch where your guts at
Nobody in the place can write like me
Slide through the spot in a bright white tee
Hate on the kid that's fine by me
I just chill and fire my tree
Roll it on up put a crutch in it
If I'm smokin' it don't be touchin' it
I'm burnin' it 'til there's nothing left
I'm high as fuck you ain't fuckin' wit
Momma said stop cussin' kid
Stop it right now fuckin' dammit kid
Hold on, wait what
I'm confused as fuck yo straight up

Ridin' though the hood tryna duck all the police though
They be causing problems and I really just don't need those
Fuck everything else man I do it for my people
Come chill with us take a shot and smoke some weed bro

Roll it on up put a crutch in it
If I'm smokin' it don't be touchin' it
This is Killa CLCH who you fuckin' wit
Talkin' shit stop the frontin' bitch
This beat is sick it's iKonic bitch
Writin' rhymes smokin' chronic bitch
Lace up the track I'm on my shit
License to kill like I'm Bond or shit
Rhyme's are clean and the flow so sick
I grip on my dick and I start to spit
Sip on a fifth until I'm feeling sick
Rip on a spliff until I'm fucking lit
Did hella shit man I'm fucking ripped
Hit on a bitch until she's fucking split
Hold on, wait what
I'm high as fuck yo straight up

Chillin' in the hood just chiefin' on the weed smoke
Way too many problems and I really just don't need those
Fuck everything else man I do it for my people
Fuck everything else man I do it for my people