I ain't got no friends, I'm posted with a gang
You alone, you can't get in, all of my niggas, they my gang
Hell nah, I ain't got no friends, they pop pills, they still drink
He'll never be like him, I took a hundred out the bank
And I put it on your man, he ain't got nothing in the bank
He broke his foot, look at his pain, got like four mil for my headband
I run around town with a bitch from France, I do what I want, you do what you can
I do what you don't, cause I got a band, if you ain't talking money, I can't hear what you saying
Do what I do, don't care what you saying, my life is a movie, living on demand
I been that nigga, but now I'm the man, some niggas took up, took a different stand
I seen the rest, it took a second glance, how you move funny, you * up a chance
I know she gon' do it for you, but I put the bands, finna make it dance
Show no effort, already know it, feel like I'm Sosa, already glowing
Chill with the ones, bitch, you so chosen, east or the west, I be still coasting
I might just hit this bitch and I be ghosting, they doing the most, I ain't tryna be noticed
Don't * with these niggas, bro that, bro this, you don't even got that, bought that, sold this
Yeah, I just had my motherfuckin' flight, yeah, I'm scullin' on my fuckin' phone, yeah
I'm thinkin' what ho, I'ma try, yeah, I just pulled out of my telly, bitch, and now I'm finna get high
Yeah, I just hit that lil' bad-ass bitch, but I can't make her mine
Yeah, you nigga pull up and try this *, I swear this guy, they die
Yeah, rest in, but I spent all that * on me, number nine
Yeah, why you sell my jeans, lil' bitch, yes, I can still be fly
Yeah, when I touch, not on me
Yeah, we play with them facts, yeah, bitch, I'm with my guys
Whoa, bitch, I'm way too frat, yeah, bitch, I'm way too high, can't eat lil' bitch out or the fries
Yeah, these niggas, they fake as *, yeah, they just in disguise
Yeah, and these niggas don't make enough to go to war with us
These niggas don't make enough, but I know your life, bro, so
I'm chasin' that bag, I'm countin' it up, I ain't got a bag, you know what's up
But look at the tag, my bitch ran up, I just dropped that bag on me and her
These niggas be starvin', I'm eatin' up, these niggas be so long, geekin' up
You know about that, bitch, I'm freakin' ho, this a Rolls Royce, ain't no Jeep
I'm keepin' her, I try to hop, now I'm creepin' up
Say hello to my Glock, let's meet, c'mon, you know how I rock, bitch, I don't give no *
He mad at my cock, cause he been in ho, he ain't sendin' no drop, cause he scared of *
If that bus in there drop, then we tearin' it up, yeah, you know that we sprayin' it up
Pass me the bar, bitch, I'm layin' it up, I swear this * be easy as *
Hit your hoe from the back, *, we'll grease it up, you be claimin' that bitch, she be eatin' dick up
You broke and we rich, you can't mingle with us, you say that she yours, but she single with us
I was fuckin' that bitch, we was on the tour bus
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