Friends & Foes

Zaytoven

Where would I be without rap? Nobody really knows

Me and Gregg was sharin' clothes, but we wasn't really bros

We was tryna impress them h*es, kept us on our toes

I had 25 in high school, like I'm Derrick Rose

I had a Glock when I met Pistol P, that's on my soul

Hat always cocked back to the left 'cause I grew up with the moes

And I was thuggin' hard with shawty like I'm one of the 4s

I had some shootouts with my bronem, I had to give it and go

Sh!t got hot, we start swapping most of 'em, still got one of the old ones though

Might hang that b!tch in a frame for show

That's the one that my big bro used to throw

We ain't learn how to blow in no range, no

Pop out, flame out the Wrangler door

Might could've blew out my brains, though

N!ggas must ain't got no aim no more

N!ggas left me in the rain some more

I found some gold in the rainbow, though

They say I got money and changed the most

Please don't forget I'm still dangerous, though

Still'll walk up on a stranger, though

Gangster sh!t run in my veins for sure

I wanna change 'em, though

Know how to channel my anger, though

Oh, we ain't gone save 'em, no

Where his hood at? We gon' name him, though

Oh, yeah, I'm famous, so?

None of my killers want payment, though

Oh, we ain't 'posed to be bangin', no

Me and my n!ggas, we hangin', though

Oh, I don't wanna be slangin' d**e

This pistol don't ever stop rangin', though

Ayy, I don't panic

Whips be panoramic

I was sellin' dope at my granny's

Xanny's, yeah, I need a Grammy, oh

Need another big a*s mansion, uh

Big yard, big a*s hammock, uh

Wrist all wet, Atlantic

B!tch, it's big bucks, no whammies

My b!tch need attention, she bad as fxck

And she got lips like Angela

You know a young n!gga done ran it up

D**n, I could buy her a phantom, huh?

Where that come from? That was random, huh?

Die for respect, I demand it

I was dead broke, now I'm rich, can't stand it

Tell me why n!ggas hate Randy

G Herbo, fxck n!ggas can't stand me, huh

Worth a couple mil, I'm branded, uh

Special n!gga 'cause I'm left handed, huh

N!ggas namin' sh!t, I had it

I ran through that sack like I must've forgot it

I helped n!ggas out when I should've bought a Patek

They sneak diss a lot, but they don't want no static

You savages should be no rumor, you ratted

I bought my first pipe, cuzzo said I could have it

At G Fazo house, me and in the attic

Kay Fazo was here, used to sit and imagine

Then pull on they block just to shoot what we averagin'

Ladders and horses and carriages, you know we clappin' sh!t

Opps, we embarrass 'em, ayy

We ain't gon' hop out no caravan, ayy

Foenem might fire up yo' cameraman, ayy

Real street n!ggas I represent

Long live Bapo and Hellabandz

Ain't nothin' but trappers and bappers in here

Who the fxck let all these rappers in?

We ain't with none of that chitchat, uh-uh

You ain't never hear no click-clack

Shawty 'n' 'em ready to kidnap somethin'

Send his arm home in a gift wrap for 'em

Push a n!gga shit back some

Homie 'n' 'em might want some get-back for 'em

We finna slide tonight, heard his homie 'n' 'em tryna have a kickback for 'em

Broski the driver, got my window rolled down in the rear back some

Just havin' fun, that's the type of sh!t I did, I was young

I shed a tear for my young, n!gga, I kill for my son

And before I met him, I was numb

Let a n!gga feel my drum

A lot of n!ggas think I'm dumb

I'ma just let 'em think what they want

They probably think I'm a punk

N!ggas probably really think I ain't gon' dump

I'm the type to let 'em front

Leave a n!gga a*s all in Nieman slumped, uh

After I feed a n!gga hollow tips, I need a blunt

Sick and tired of smokin' all this Gelato, sh!t, I need some Runtz

Finna get another 150 charm real quick, I need a font

40 thousand go out every first of the month

Just for livin', always been that n!gga, so you never could front

Just be consistent

Pulled up on some flexin' sh!t, like, "Yeah, b!tch, we did it"

Add up these digits

Naw, not that, that's just a lil' million

Uh, uh