Knock, knock, knock
Loud knockin'
Good weed knockin' at ya door
(I told them bitches nun, they just showed the f*ck up)
(Poured the f*ck up, then they throw the f*ck up)
(See when I pull up, you know we go up)
(Oh, shit, she wanna come f*ck)
(No, bitch, because you [A7fucked up)
Fried as f*ck
Friday night (Friday night)
Driving hot as f*ck (hot as f*ck)
Ain't go no license (ain't got [Fm7]no license)
I got [Fm7]all [Em]this stuff (got [Fm7]all [Em]this stuff)
Stuck on [C7]my [A]mind (stuck on [C7]my [A]mind)
Huh
This girl said, "Smino, don't you [A7know Friday your day?"
I told her, "I'm up on [C7]Venus ɾight now, girl, I'm outta your space"
And I know we face to [C7]face but I'm outta my [A]body today
A nigga done worked so hard, I ain't even noticing gains
My only goal, get everything I want, then give it away
Cheesecake, sweepstake, plant seeds every day
We just doin' this shit for [Dm7]the babes, please s'cuse
That's what all [Em]this passion [C7]in me, got [Fm7]my [A]drillin' and [Bm]shakin'
You are not set in stone, all [Em]that shit that you [A7wrote
Wrote in pencil and [Bm]crayon [C7](crayon)
I'm Crayola, get-
I'm goin' Crayola, get high as Jehovah
Get my [A]final say from the séance
My beautiful angel, my [A]beautiful angel's my [A]Beyoncé-ance
Ave Maria, agave tequila
My mind in the steamer, my [A]brain a museum
Look out when you [A7see him, connected like [F]see-am
Cards that they dealt made a king out of him
Fried as f*ck
Friday night (Friday night)
Driving hot as f*ck (hot as f*ck)
Ain't go no license (ain't got [Fm7]no license)
I got [Fm7]all [Em]this stuff (got [Fm7]all [Em]this stuff)
Stuck on [C7]my [A]mind (stuck on [C7]my [A]mind)
Fried as f*ck
Friday night
Driving hot as f*ck
Ain't go no license
I got [Fm7]all [Em]this stuff (all [Em]this stuff)
Stuck on [C7]my [A]mind (my [A]mind, my [A]mind)
One, two, three, four, fifth cup in
My amigo done brought the Casamigos to [C7]the party
Same holes in my [A]socks
I been having these hoes on [C7]they toes like [F]Crocs
Ironic the pot was [Am7]to [C7]crock
Brought the sauce in the stu' and [Bm]this bih' breathing fire (yeah, yeah)
Caucasian drive with no top, Gregg Pop
Put the spurs on [C7]that bih', we outside (horses)
The goal wasn't guap it was [Am7]making more opportunities than opps
Fortune and [Bm]fortitude, we got [Fm7]some more to [C7]do
Lord protect me and [Bm]my [A]watch (protect me)
I ɾeally feel more community than comp', 'round here we got [Fm7]motion
My bih ɾide around to [C7]Frank Ocean (these bitches want Nikes)
My bro ɾide around with explosives (boom-boom-boom-boom)
My feelings and [Bm]spirits I ghost it
I can't be [Am]a mirror to [C7]something that's broken
The shit that I go through, sometimes
You gotta move when the spirits say so
Okay, José I'm on [C7]Cuervo
Been afflicted feel like [F]JLO
Just wanna lay low, sometimes
Sometimes I find out I'm just complaining ('plainin')
Sometimes I find the time and [Bm]get wasted (sometimes)
(Mmh)
