"Friends" lyrics
I ain't gone cap my nigga
I love you to death
Whenever we hit this block I just pray we make it back
You know how we live jail or hell
Against the odds, nigga I'm with you
Gimme the word I'm sending them hitters
Both our pain I swear they don't feel us
That scrilla my healer my nigga my killer
Fuckin' this hoes since we was little
Post on the block since we was children
This shit crazy
Beat all the odds, nigga let's get it (Six)
Whatever you with my nigga I'm with it (my nigga I'm with it)
Empty the clip reverse and then flip it (paw)
Don't want us together they know we the littest
Nigga be cap just like a fitted, (cap) spin spin spin get dizzy
We post in the hood just like an engine
They play with your name and I'm standing on business
They play with your name, then I'ma spaz
2 double O it's on the dash
Nigga be hatin we both in our bag
And we be puttin' the opps in bags
Glock got a glitch, my shit lag (grraw)
We cut niggas off, they in the past
Catch em in public I'm dropping my mask
And if I drive then bro on your ass (blowing your ass)
Niggas they know who to play with
Walk down bright day and let the K spit (paw)
Pop out (pooh), face shit
Unfortunately fell in love with the K clip (no cap)
Damn I hope you don't switch
My brother forever can't [?] bout a bitch (naah)
Nigga they know we lit
Six from the bricks being going on hits
And we still post on the set, playin' with us like Russian roulette (no cap)
Still hangout in the 'jects
They know its me cause the 6 on my neck (my neck)
Play everybody gon' die
Play with the 6 everybody gon' cry (gon cry)
This shit eye for an eye
Niggas be lackin' I stay with my fire
I swear my nigga straight
Make one call and I'm jumping the gate (jumping the gate)
I feel just like Rod K
Got on my cape, I'm saving the day (saving the day)
My nigga been depressed lately
Like he fading away (fainting away)
Told my niggas just pray
They play, we play
They lay, we lay, (we lay)
I don't even trust nobody
Make one call I'm catching a body, (a body)
Tweakin' and booted off molly
Drillin' and killin' that was our hobby (a hobby)
I lay down for you
Go to jail, won't make a sound for you (I swear)
My nigga I'm proud of you
I put niggas in the ground for you (gla)
Back to the street shit, niggas get dropped everytime they wanna sneak diss
Shit cut man lemme get me some Kreep shit
Glocks and brooms nigga we sweep shit (no cap)
I don't wanna make no friends
Make my dawg rock out till the end (rrrah)
I got a new FN
My dawg got a brand new gen
Bitch we sheddin' no tears
Swear to God, we want everybody killed (everybody kill)
Nigga we stay in the field
Niggas be cappin' we shooting for real
Now I'm back to the block
Fresh out of jail, I'm back to my Glock
Niggas be wannabe opps
Police ask all these guns props
I love you to death
Whenever we hit this block I just pray we make it back
You know how we live jail or hell
Against the odds, nigga I'm with you
Gimme the word I'm sending them hitters
Both our pain I swear they don't feel us
That scrilla my healer my nigga my killer
Fuckin' this hoes since we was little
Post on the block since we was children
This shit crazy
Beat all the odds, nigga let's get it (Six)
Whatever you with my nigga I'm with it (my nigga I'm with it)
Empty the clip reverse and then flip it (paw)
Don't want us together they know we the littest
Nigga be cap just like a fitted, (cap) spin spin spin get dizzy
We post in the hood just like an engine
They play with your name and I'm standing on business
They play with your name, then I'ma spaz
2 double O it's on the dash
Nigga be hatin we both in our bag
And we be puttin' the opps in bags
Glock got a glitch, my shit lag (grraw)
We cut niggas off, they in the past
Catch em in public I'm dropping my mask
And if I drive then bro on your ass (blowing your ass)
Niggas they know who to play with
Walk down bright day and let the K spit (paw)
Pop out (pooh), face shit
Unfortunately fell in love with the K clip (no cap)
Damn I hope you don't switch
My brother forever can't [?] bout a bitch (naah)
Nigga they know we lit
Six from the bricks being going on hits
And we still post on the set, playin' with us like Russian roulette (no cap)
Still hangout in the 'jects
They know its me cause the 6 on my neck (my neck)
Play everybody gon' die
Play with the 6 everybody gon' cry (gon cry)
This shit eye for an eye
Niggas be lackin' I stay with my fire
I swear my nigga straight
Make one call and I'm jumping the gate (jumping the gate)
I feel just like Rod K
Got on my cape, I'm saving the day (saving the day)
My nigga been depressed lately
Like he fading away (fainting away)
Told my niggas just pray
They play, we play
They lay, we lay, (we lay)
I don't even trust nobody
Make one call I'm catching a body, (a body)
Tweakin' and booted off molly
Drillin' and killin' that was our hobby (a hobby)
I lay down for you
Go to jail, won't make a sound for you (I swear)
My nigga I'm proud of you
I put niggas in the ground for you (gla)
Back to the street shit, niggas get dropped everytime they wanna sneak diss
Shit cut man lemme get me some Kreep shit
Glocks and brooms nigga we sweep shit (no cap)
I don't wanna make no friends
Make my dawg rock out till the end (rrrah)
I got a new FN
My dawg got a brand new gen
Bitch we sheddin' no tears
Swear to God, we want everybody killed (everybody kill)
Nigga we stay in the field
Niggas be cappin' we shooting for real
Now I'm back to the block
Fresh out of jail, I'm back to my Glock
Niggas be wannabe opps
Police ask all these guns props
Writer(s): Aria Izadpanah, Charles Jones Jr
