Lovers Nd Friends
I ain't Batman, we solving a riddle Ayo, bitch, eat my dick like a pickle
Niggas broke, they only got nickels I remember them times when I didn't have
Skittles Niggas talk on the net, we don't waste time
Ayo, bitch, wanna call me on FaceTime You can find me somewhere in the Grapevine
I can never go out like I'm king von Caught labro right there in the parking lot
And yo bitch, wanna fuck, just give me top Niggas talk onna net but don't got a
Glock finna go fuck my ex but I got a stop
And I don't know the time but I got a watch cooking crack on the stove but I got a pot
And yo bitch, wanna fuck cause she a thot Left a hole in his head now he got a knot
Tryna go get a bag but I gotta rap Left a hole in his head, now he wear a hat
Catch me right in the dark like I am a bat Got your bitch in the bed, hit her from the back
Ate a perc off the floor, now I'm on the wall Got your bitch in the room, tryna eat my balls
Block a shot from the rim like Im tacko fall All yall niggas is cheap wearing dirty draws
Niggas loud in the house had to slam the door Made your bitch suck my dick, now she want some more
finna go spend your rent at da corner stores Mary Jane got me high but I'm feelin' low
Left my bitch at the crib, now she gettin' mad If a nigga want smoke, I'ma beat his ass
I was never in school, I was skipping class Then my feet start to bleed, I done broke some glass
Heard some shots in the sky, so I had to run Niggas talk on the net with a BB gun
Niggas tried to diss me in a fuckin' song If a nigga want smoke, then he fuckin' dumb
Uh, uh, alright
And we finna do this shit again, this shit hard as hell, uh, come on
I be right inna whip and I'm drivin' I be doin' this shit for Elijah
Tried to drive, but I got a flat tire Niggas snitch on the guys, they a liar
If a nigga want smoke, then we finna slide Saw a opp right in public he tried to hide
Niggas say he pulled up, but he not outside If I'm right in the car, then I'm finna drive
Saw a opp right in public we beat him down finna go roll em up like a black and mild
I done dropped my location, I'm in the town Saw the police pull up, then they put us down
Man, I wanted to quit, man, I tried to leave Tried to run from the bitch, but she grabbed my sleeve
Took a break from the rap, but it's been a week I lost two of my bros, now I feeling weak
And we in lovers and friends
I said, tell me again Tell me and over and over and over again
Luh Harri innis bitch nigga
Niggas broke, they only got nickels I remember them times when I didn't have
Skittles Niggas talk on the net, we don't waste time
Ayo, bitch, wanna call me on FaceTime You can find me somewhere in the Grapevine
I can never go out like I'm king von Caught labro right there in the parking lot
And yo bitch, wanna fuck, just give me top Niggas talk onna net but don't got a
Glock finna go fuck my ex but I got a stop
And I don't know the time but I got a watch cooking crack on the stove but I got a pot
And yo bitch, wanna fuck cause she a thot Left a hole in his head now he got a knot
Tryna go get a bag but I gotta rap Left a hole in his head, now he wear a hat
Catch me right in the dark like I am a bat Got your bitch in the bed, hit her from the back
Ate a perc off the floor, now I'm on the wall Got your bitch in the room, tryna eat my balls
Block a shot from the rim like Im tacko fall All yall niggas is cheap wearing dirty draws
Niggas loud in the house had to slam the door Made your bitch suck my dick, now she want some more
finna go spend your rent at da corner stores Mary Jane got me high but I'm feelin' low
Left my bitch at the crib, now she gettin' mad If a nigga want smoke, I'ma beat his ass
I was never in school, I was skipping class Then my feet start to bleed, I done broke some glass
Heard some shots in the sky, so I had to run Niggas talk on the net with a BB gun
Niggas tried to diss me in a fuckin' song If a nigga want smoke, then he fuckin' dumb
Uh, uh, alright
And we finna do this shit again, this shit hard as hell, uh, come on
I be right inna whip and I'm drivin' I be doin' this shit for Elijah
Tried to drive, but I got a flat tire Niggas snitch on the guys, they a liar
If a nigga want smoke, then we finna slide Saw a opp right in public he tried to hide
Niggas say he pulled up, but he not outside If I'm right in the car, then I'm finna drive
Saw a opp right in public we beat him down finna go roll em up like a black and mild
I done dropped my location, I'm in the town Saw the police pull up, then they put us down
Man, I wanted to quit, man, I tried to leave Tried to run from the bitch, but she grabbed my sleeve
Took a break from the rap, but it's been a week I lost two of my bros, now I feeling weak
And we in lovers and friends
I said, tell me again Tell me and over and over and over again
Luh Harri innis bitch nigga
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Writer(s): Jaharri Tate
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