No Friends

You
Lookin'
Real sad
(Sad)
Cuz you ain't got no friends
(Friends)
I got two of them
(Them)
And we poppin' till the end
I pull up on the block with a couple people next to me
Yeah on top you can call me the sesame
I'm cooking with the pot and you can't have my recipe
I ain't got remorse or no empathy
Why this fake next to me
They say they pop pills like Ecstasy
They tripped up on they words tryna get the best of me
Man, your problem was that jealousy
And your problem was all mentally
Now you ain't got no friend and guess who is the enemy
(You, you)
You
Lookin'
Real sad
(Sad)
Cuz you ain't got no friends
(Friends)
I got two of them
(Them)
And we poppin' till the end
You a fake bitch and we already knew it
To many times and you went and done blew it
Imma expose, don't make me go and do it
What you don' did, go back and review it
You ain't got friends better go and get to it
Yo little attitude, you better go and lose it
You don' mess up, and you really can't redo it
Why you say you've don' it, when we know you didn't lose it
You ain't got no friends
You ain't got no friends
I don't need you cuz I got my real friends
I pull up on the block and they with me till the end
You done messed up and now you wanna make amends
I don't need you, real friends, set trends

I don't need you real friends, set trends
Bitch i just said real friends, set trends
Now you lookin' sloppy
Just like Joe drink up yo coffee
You done wasted all my time and yup that shit it done cost me
Now you crying wishy washy
And you stuck just like some toffee
And you fake just like the dolly
Past the salt cuz you look salty
Uh
You
Lookin'
Real sad
(Sad)
Cuz you ain't got no friends
(Friends)
I got two of them
(Them)
And we poppin' till the end
Ay
Come on please stop bluffing
Where this dude you say you cuffin'
You ain't got no friends it's nothing
Hair look like it needs brushing
To many lies and I lost yo trustin'
Now you mad like huffing and puffing
Can't you tell I push yo buttons
Yeah we talked but ain't discussion
You ain't got no friends
And I told you this again
Come on please stop lying
All yo lies had all us dying
All that fakeness you supplying
Where this dude? need classifying
We could tell you wasn't trying
Are connections all untying
And yo face looks horrifying
Next year you gon' be spying
Caught you all up in yo lies and now you testifying
Uh
I don't need you in my life
(Nope)
Yup that sounds alright
You a brush up off the shoulder
And you gone just like the night
Uh
"How were you?"
"GOOOOD GOOOOD"
"NOOO PROBLEMMMMM"
"I'm sorry you fell that way"
Haaaa
If you can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen
Kyuuuh
Little bitch



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Writer(s): Elijah Sanchez
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