Bestfriends
Me and Dreze, nigga, me and Recey, nigga (Dmac on the fuckin' track)
Free all the mo'fuckin' boys, nigga
Big fours (tell a young nigga I need it, always been that way, nigga)
(Tuned up) fuck with me, you sayin' somethin'?
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what up?)
Fuck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit
64 shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed you, oh, he ain't dead? Fuck
R-I-P, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your hoe head speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoеs start actin' fake
For that My Brother Keeper, mе and Dreze
We done really blew shit down on my kids
Doggy gotta chill, might as well step in
Every time we touch, bitch, two FNs
Just called up the best friends, youngins really put in work
There's a track file, all the niggas we done murdered
All these bitches gettin' fucked, I'm the never fall in love type
'Cause right, cookin' up usin' tooth box, nigga, thug life
I was just drinkin' cool shots, bitch, I love life, brrat
How much you gon' charge for that mil' and then the next?
All I know is disrespect, niggas ain't been in the field
You gotta whack, them niggas ain't doin' no drills
I never call you to duty, they'll never call you a shooter
How the fuck we all gettin' to it? How the fuck my dawg in a movie?
Fully automatic 45s, not Uzis
Still gon' blow it, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Half of the city's toe tags go to us
I ain't ever no showed no side, never fucked
Nigga, tell me y'all want it, bitch, we can get it
Still on the corner, mix the fentanyl with Drezey (you a hooptie)
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what up?)
Fuck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit
64 shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed you, oh, he ain't dead? Fuck
R-I-P, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your hoe head speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
For that My Brother Keeper, me and Dreze
We done really blew shit down on my kids
Free all the mo'fuckin' boys, nigga
Big fours (tell a young nigga I need it, always been that way, nigga)
(Tuned up) fuck with me, you sayin' somethin'?
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what up?)
Fuck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit
64 shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed you, oh, he ain't dead? Fuck
R-I-P, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your hoe head speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoеs start actin' fake
For that My Brother Keeper, mе and Dreze
We done really blew shit down on my kids
Doggy gotta chill, might as well step in
Every time we touch, bitch, two FNs
Just called up the best friends, youngins really put in work
There's a track file, all the niggas we done murdered
All these bitches gettin' fucked, I'm the never fall in love type
'Cause right, cookin' up usin' tooth box, nigga, thug life
I was just drinkin' cool shots, bitch, I love life, brrat
How much you gon' charge for that mil' and then the next?
All I know is disrespect, niggas ain't been in the field
You gotta whack, them niggas ain't doin' no drills
I never call you to duty, they'll never call you a shooter
How the fuck we all gettin' to it? How the fuck my dawg in a movie?
Fully automatic 45s, not Uzis
Still gon' blow it, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Half of the city's toe tags go to us
I ain't ever no showed no side, never fucked
Nigga, tell me y'all want it, bitch, we can get it
Still on the corner, mix the fentanyl with Drezey (you a hooptie)
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what up?)
Fuck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit
64 shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed you, oh, he ain't dead? Fuck
R-I-P, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your hoe head speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
For that My Brother Keeper, me and Dreze
We done really blew shit down on my kids
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Harris, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.