No New Friends
Ugh, Boy I do goes in
Mama told me boy be careful when you choose yo friends
I might pull up on em stuntin in that 2 door Benz
Spendin 20's, 50's, 100's ion do no 10's
Shorty spicy as a Taki gettin chips all night
Let me fuck her in the morning almost missed my fight
Them diamond fangs all in teeth she think my shits might bite
I spent 800 on this glock I can't afford no fight
And she love a nigga car and I ain't do no rims
And my boots Balenciaga i don't do no tims
I done fell out wit my brothers I don't need no friends
When he pull up lookin like it's need for speed that's him
Middle fingers to the sucka niggas
Wasn't in the gudda wit us
Actin like I owe em they confused me wit another nigga
You ain't want no drama why you said data, said dat
Let them rob you, you ain't get yo bread back, bread back
Talkin out yo body get you head tapped, head tapped
Caught that nigga talkin on a fed tap, fed tap
Told on all yo brothers boy you dead wack, dead wack
Bitch you ratatouille you a dead rat, dead rat
Ugh,Boy I do goes in
Mama told me boy be careful when you choose yo friends
I might pull up on em stuntin in that 2 door Benz
Spendin 20's, 50's, 100's ion do no 10's
I was trappin all them winters had the crew snowed in
If you know me like you say you do then you know when
Anybody hit the door then nigga shoot don't flintch
We was poppin medication like a few old me
Me and grandad smoked
Me and grandad spoke
He said these hoes be choosin
Careful when you choose yo hoes
Spent a thousand on these sneakers I can't choose which goes
I feel like I'm goin shoppin when I choose my clothes
This is what it is
I feel segregated ain't no niggas where I live
Got it out the gudda so don't ask me what I did
Fuck around and hit ya baby mother Lil Fizz
Play me and I have them shooters waitin at ya crib
They don't smoke them cancer sticks but hit em wit the cig
Feel like I'm Chris Wallace everything I do it's big
Feel like I'm Chris Wallace everything I do it's big
Ugh, Boy I do goes in
Mama told me boy be careful when you choose yo friends
I might pull up on em stuntin in that 2 door Benz
Spendin 20's, 50's, 100's ion do no 10's
Ugh, Boy I do goes in
Mama told me boy be careful when you choose yo friends
I might pull up on em stuntin in that 2 door Benz
Spendin 20's, 50's, 100's ion do no 10's
Mama told me boy be careful when you choose yo friends
I might pull up on em stuntin in that 2 door Benz
Spendin 20's, 50's, 100's ion do no 10's
Shorty spicy as a Taki gettin chips all night
Let me fuck her in the morning almost missed my fight
Them diamond fangs all in teeth she think my shits might bite
I spent 800 on this glock I can't afford no fight
And she love a nigga car and I ain't do no rims
And my boots Balenciaga i don't do no tims
I done fell out wit my brothers I don't need no friends
When he pull up lookin like it's need for speed that's him
Middle fingers to the sucka niggas
Wasn't in the gudda wit us
Actin like I owe em they confused me wit another nigga
You ain't want no drama why you said data, said dat
Let them rob you, you ain't get yo bread back, bread back
Talkin out yo body get you head tapped, head tapped
Caught that nigga talkin on a fed tap, fed tap
Told on all yo brothers boy you dead wack, dead wack
Bitch you ratatouille you a dead rat, dead rat
Ugh,Boy I do goes in
Mama told me boy be careful when you choose yo friends
I might pull up on em stuntin in that 2 door Benz
Spendin 20's, 50's, 100's ion do no 10's
I was trappin all them winters had the crew snowed in
If you know me like you say you do then you know when
Anybody hit the door then nigga shoot don't flintch
We was poppin medication like a few old me
Me and grandad smoked
Me and grandad spoke
He said these hoes be choosin
Careful when you choose yo hoes
Spent a thousand on these sneakers I can't choose which goes
I feel like I'm goin shoppin when I choose my clothes
This is what it is
I feel segregated ain't no niggas where I live
Got it out the gudda so don't ask me what I did
Fuck around and hit ya baby mother Lil Fizz
Play me and I have them shooters waitin at ya crib
They don't smoke them cancer sticks but hit em wit the cig
Feel like I'm Chris Wallace everything I do it's big
Feel like I'm Chris Wallace everything I do it's big
Ugh, Boy I do goes in
Mama told me boy be careful when you choose yo friends
I might pull up on em stuntin in that 2 door Benz
Spendin 20's, 50's, 100's ion do no 10's
Ugh, Boy I do goes in
Mama told me boy be careful when you choose yo friends
I might pull up on em stuntin in that 2 door Benz
Spendin 20's, 50's, 100's ion do no 10's
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Writer(s): Jevin Williams
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