friendemy

歌词

Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid

1800 **** in this *****, ah, yeah

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

What these niggas know about me? I'll tell you nothing

Mobbin' on the money, boy, you know I'm up to something

You really think I sit on my ass and do nothing?

You ****tin' me? You kiddin' me?

I could feel these niggas tryna get rid of me

Fake type niggas, see 'em on the phone, huh, they so sick of me

Never gave a **** about my enemies

And if you ain't 'bout the skrilla, boy, you ain't a friend to me, nah, nah, nah

If you talkin' that rah-rah-rah

We got Glockies for 'em, choppas for 'em, grrah-pop-pop (Buh-buh)

No, I don't want hear your nonsense that blah, blah, blah

Beam at his head, got him to cha, cha, cha

Boy ripped (Brr), off the fake ****

I couldn't take it, had to sabotage to make it

If you ain't first, you're last, Ricky Bobby

Had to get up off this rap ****, it ain't a hobby

And this ain't for everyone, you should know that (Yeah, yeah)

And if it's too hot in the kitchen, you should go back (Too hot)

Have you ever wanted somethin' so much? Don't think you have

Cut off everything 'cause you want it so bad

What these niggas know about me? I'll tell you nothing (Yeah)