Not My Buddy

AP on me
Watch Flooded

Say big homie
Watch Buddy

Not gone dome me
Not touching

Not gone back door me
Not Budging

You not my homie
Not nothing

Don't call my phone
Cause you Not My Buddy

Get straight to it
Yeah my whole team too lit

Hop out the back of that car
He ain't make it far

We turned that boy to a track star

Run up then dead man's
Ain't have to step on him
I used my hands man

We gone take off his top
Put it straight in a head stand

Know we run from the cops
Can't get suck in the feds man

Know we up in the opps
In the head man

That boy a dead man walking
Watch your mouth
The way you talking

Just steal off don't do no talking
Hold On, Hold on
Nigga change the subject

Right now

On this beat right here I'm walking
Nawl nigga forget all that

Go back in nigga
I thought I told you
That we gone win nigga

Four deep in the whip
It's just me and twin nigga

You know I got your back
When it's time to spin nigga

We gone hop out the back
And get you and your twin

I got ice water on my wrist
Got a Bezel just for her to lick
And I got your girl she on my

Yeah Yeah

I got a water bottle
Dripping on my neck
I'm that lil nigga father
And this not a flex

I got your girl
I'm going in and out of it
That nigga keep speaking on me
Boy I'm tired of that

He clutching that
It come with a cooling kit
He busting that

No he ain't new to this
Know that boy gone spazz
Cause he don't

Don't know who to hit
Know I'm Going fast
I'm not new to this

We gone do the dash
That boy not used to this
You better not crash

If you ain't gone blow it

AP on me
Watch Flooded

Say big homie
Watch Buddy

Not gone dome me
Not touching

Not gone back door me
Not Budging

You not my homie
Not nothing

Don't call my phone
You Not My Buddy

Aye say lil bro
You is Not My Buddy

These VVs on my neck and they flooded
Hold On

You see my chain up in the background
It's busting

Fuck Nigga play he get hit in his muffin
I'm tryna catch a hat y'all niggas be scary

I'm so undercover just like my name perry
Hop out the car we gone shoot just like larry

These niggas be rats I call them sensei
My niggas trap out the spot they getting paid

Big ass bullets we call em a 12 gauge
Hollow tips hit that boy back make him nae nae

Hold on what nigga want some smoke
I'm getting this cash y'all said I was broke

Y'all fucked up in the crib
Y'all smoking on popes

Get put in a hearse you must wanna float

Ion play no games nigga no PS5
He talk out his neck he must wanna die

We shoot at the car and we poked out his eyes
Man all of my niggas we carrying fyes

Aye say look you not my buddy
Cameo slanging that pipe it get bloody

Rounding round the block tryna kill me a opp
He was talking that shit then his ass got popped



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Writer(s): Tj Turner
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