作词 : Christopher Smith Jr./Craig Xavier Brockman/Kalon Berry/Lee Hatim/Melissa Elliott/Michael Neil

作曲 : Christopher Smith Jr./Craig Xavier Brockman/Kalon Berry/Lee Hatim/Melissa Elliott/Michael Neil

Knock, knock, knock

Loud knockin'

Good weed knockin' at your door

****, ****, ****, and you know we ****ed up

She was there, pull up, you know we gonna fcuk

Oh, shit, she wanna coop up

No weak shit

Friday, ****, Friday night (Friday night)

Droppin' hottie, **** (Hottie ****)

Ain't got no license (Ain't got no lice')

I got all this stuff (All this stuff)

Stuffed on my mind (Stuffed on my mind)

Huh

These girls say, "Smino, don't you know Friday your day?"

I told her, "I'm up on Venus now, girl, I'm outta your space"

And I know we face to face but I'm outta my body today

A nigga done worked so hard, I ain't even notice some games

My only goal, get everything I want, then give it away

Cheesesteak, sweet steak, plant Caesar, girl, we just doin' this shit for the babes

Plеase s'cuse, that's what all this passion in me, got my drillin' and shakin'

You arе not set in stone, all that shit that you wrote wrote in

pencil and crayon (Crayon)

I'm Crayola, get—, I'm goin' Crayola, get higher, say Hova

Get my fam', go safe from the seance

My beautiful angel, my beautiful angel's my Beyoncé, ah

Ave Maria, agave tequila, my mind in the steamer, my brain a museum

Don't got what you see, I'm connected like see-am (seams) cards that they dealt made a king out of him

Friday, ****, Friday night (Friday night)

Droppin' hottie, **** (Hottie ****)

Ain't got no license (Ain't got no lice')

I got all this stuff (All this stuff)

Stuffed on my mind (Stuffed on my mind)

Friday, ****, Friday night

Droppin' hottie, ****

Ain't got no license

I got all this stuff (All this stuff)

Stuffed on my mind

One, two, three, four, fifth cup in

My amigo done brought the Casamigos to the party

Send hoes on my side, I been havin' these hoes on they toes like Crocs

I ran up the pot, what's the Crock? but the sauce in the stew and this bitch breathin' fire (Yeah-yeah)

Caucasian driver, no top, gray pop, but the spice on that Bentley outside (Horses)

The goal wasn't guap, it was makin' more opportunities and opps

Fortunate fortitude, we got some more to do, overtake me and my rides

I really feel more community than comp', 'Round here, we got motion

My bitch ride around to Frank Ocean (These bitches want Nikes)

My bro ride around with explosions (Boomboomboomboom)

I'm feelin' the spirit, the ghost

I can't be a mirror of somethin', that dog on the street that I go through

Sometimes, you gotta move when the spirit say so

Okay, hoe, say I'm on Quavo, been that fifth, they feel like J-Lo

Just wanna lay low

Just wanna lay low, sometimes

Sometimes I find that I'm just complainin'-plainin'

Sometimes I find the time to get wasted, sometimes

(Mmm)

(Hurt me soul)