No Friends
Ay ay ay
This that soda club shit
Band band band band band
He mad, who mad?
He mad, who mad?
He mad, who mad?
He mad ay ay ay ay
Don't do friends
Don't do friends ay
Don't do friends don't do friends
She wanna kick it and suck it again
Thank the lord please watch my sins
Got some n*ggas they go ham
Sending shots hope the gun don't jam
Dicin opps and the last one ran ay ay
Dicin opps and the last one ran
Got some shooters
Got some looters
F*ck that b*tch f*ck that hooter
Hittin threes but I ain't no hooper
Once you get f*cked betta call yo Uber
Teachin my youngins callin me a tutor
Draco clipped lookin like a tumor
Talk that shit all I hear is a rumor
Talk that shit all I hear is a rumor
Hopped out the coupe
Pull up four deep we ready to shoot ayy
I'm ready to scoop
F*ck with my team yea f*ck wit my troops ayy
Get high like Snoop
F*cked with yo head now you stuck in a loop ay
You stuck in a loop ay
You stuck in a loop ay
Don't do friends don't do friends
She wanna kick it and suck it again
Thank the lord please watch my sins
Got some n*ggas they go ham
Sending shots hope the gun don't jam
Dicin opps and the last one ran ay ay
Dicin opps and the last one ran
GRD they shoot it
I'm blasted I'm booted
Got big dreams pursue it
She lied to me I knew it
I'm ballin hard like Nguyen
Make ya fall in love I'm Cupid
Betta use your brain before you lose it
Got big drums go stupid
Don't get- don't get caught up in the deep end
You gotta sink or swim bro I heard you sinking
And I got bad lil ting for the weekend
When I pop these percs shawty I be geekin
I'm- I'm finna step out in this Wang
Hell yeah I'm with the bros I'm with the gang (yuh yuh)
I'm- I'm married to the money I'm married to the game
When I- When I got this money bro I stayed the same
I was fifteen touching fifteen
If you f*cking with me then you with me
Bro smoking Bobby Brown like it's Whitney
When I take these perky pills dive up in yo kidney
Don't do friends don't do friends
She wanna kick it and suck it again
Thank the lord please watch my sins
Got some n*ggas they go ham
Sending shots hope the gun don't jam
Dicin opps and the last one ran ay ay
Dicin opps and the last one ran
This that soda club shit
Band band band band band
He mad, who mad?
He mad, who mad?
He mad, who mad?
He mad ay ay ay ay
Don't do friends
Don't do friends ay
Don't do friends don't do friends
She wanna kick it and suck it again
Thank the lord please watch my sins
Got some n*ggas they go ham
Sending shots hope the gun don't jam
Dicin opps and the last one ran ay ay
Dicin opps and the last one ran
Got some shooters
Got some looters
F*ck that b*tch f*ck that hooter
Hittin threes but I ain't no hooper
Once you get f*cked betta call yo Uber
Teachin my youngins callin me a tutor
Draco clipped lookin like a tumor
Talk that shit all I hear is a rumor
Talk that shit all I hear is a rumor
Hopped out the coupe
Pull up four deep we ready to shoot ayy
I'm ready to scoop
F*ck with my team yea f*ck wit my troops ayy
Get high like Snoop
F*cked with yo head now you stuck in a loop ay
You stuck in a loop ay
You stuck in a loop ay
Don't do friends don't do friends
She wanna kick it and suck it again
Thank the lord please watch my sins
Got some n*ggas they go ham
Sending shots hope the gun don't jam
Dicin opps and the last one ran ay ay
Dicin opps and the last one ran
GRD they shoot it
I'm blasted I'm booted
Got big dreams pursue it
She lied to me I knew it
I'm ballin hard like Nguyen
Make ya fall in love I'm Cupid
Betta use your brain before you lose it
Got big drums go stupid
Don't get- don't get caught up in the deep end
You gotta sink or swim bro I heard you sinking
And I got bad lil ting for the weekend
When I pop these percs shawty I be geekin
I'm- I'm finna step out in this Wang
Hell yeah I'm with the bros I'm with the gang (yuh yuh)
I'm- I'm married to the money I'm married to the game
When I- When I got this money bro I stayed the same
I was fifteen touching fifteen
If you f*cking with me then you with me
Bro smoking Bobby Brown like it's Whitney
When I take these perky pills dive up in yo kidney
Don't do friends don't do friends
She wanna kick it and suck it again
Thank the lord please watch my sins
Got some n*ggas they go ham
Sending shots hope the gun don't jam
Dicin opps and the last one ran ay ay
Dicin opps and the last one ran
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Writer(s): Warren Kepnga, Victor Adkins
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