"Friendly Fire" lyrics
Hit you with this 4 fifth fuck em we don't know shit
Spinning like a VHS tape till my pole click
Like Peyton Manning I can give a nigga motion
If you had vision you would see yo nigga's open
Opp that boy loafing hit his top get a bonus
Big guns give a nigga shells Master Roshi
Groupie boys tryna ride the wave Billy Ocean
Nigga's out here fonking with they self like they Logan
Who me? You know I'm expialodocious
I ain't picky boy I'll take whatever nigga's holding
Never did chores I seen close homies folding
Still don't smoke weed I smoke opp nigga's sober
Know the job done if I put my nigga's on it
Opp's don't even wanna shoot they tryna pass like Sabonis
SS we plugged in like a Cronus
When nigga's play with us we in the streets like we homeless
One body, two body, three bodies, four
Nigga's act crazy till we sitting at they door
Five, 6's make a nigga get up out the way
After 762's put a nigga in his place
Y'all slide we slide Nigga EI
Big shells tip a nigga fitted cap TI
I been inna field with it since Levi's
Nigga's think shit good I don't see why
Ops just caught another case
If that was my bruh I woulda got em out today
Freaky ops telling bitches they just want a taste
Same bitches send me screenshots of em I could play
I done got stupid out the sun roof
No escape who you nigga's finna run to
Red life style shit I wanna undo
She was trife but I told her could come throught
Aye, I done seen gangsta's get popped and turn witness
We dropped so much shells in they side we hit guinness
I ain't sora bitch you know my click got no limit
You just tryna leave cause you ain't got no bitches
Opp's unhealthy hit they block they show fitness
The one's that work out be getting stretched like gymnast
No suitcase show you hoes I mean business
All my opps clicked up I call them nigga's Red Ribbon
All my opps switched up and tell me Ima real nigga
You know I got that Tommy ain't no fucking Hilfiger
Old school chopstick know I eat my meals with it
Only hit that button once and ever they still shitty, aye
Nigga's hit interrogation leave a testimony
That nigga switched you got no choice mu nigga get up on em
I ain't never made a beat but I'm forever rolling
And her cooter wasn't fat until I made it swollen
One body, two body, three bodies, four
Nigga's act crazy till we sitting at they door
Five, 6's make a nigga get up out the way
After 762's put a nigga in his place
Y'all slide we slide Nigga EI
Big shells tip a nigga fitted cap TI
I been inna field with it since Levi's
Nigga's think shit good I don't see why
Spinning like a VHS tape till my pole click
Like Peyton Manning I can give a nigga motion
If you had vision you would see yo nigga's open
Opp that boy loafing hit his top get a bonus
Big guns give a nigga shells Master Roshi
Groupie boys tryna ride the wave Billy Ocean
Nigga's out here fonking with they self like they Logan
Who me? You know I'm expialodocious
I ain't picky boy I'll take whatever nigga's holding
Never did chores I seen close homies folding
Still don't smoke weed I smoke opp nigga's sober
Know the job done if I put my nigga's on it
Opp's don't even wanna shoot they tryna pass like Sabonis
SS we plugged in like a Cronus
When nigga's play with us we in the streets like we homeless
One body, two body, three bodies, four
Nigga's act crazy till we sitting at they door
Five, 6's make a nigga get up out the way
After 762's put a nigga in his place
Y'all slide we slide Nigga EI
Big shells tip a nigga fitted cap TI
I been inna field with it since Levi's
Nigga's think shit good I don't see why
Ops just caught another case
If that was my bruh I woulda got em out today
Freaky ops telling bitches they just want a taste
Same bitches send me screenshots of em I could play
I done got stupid out the sun roof
No escape who you nigga's finna run to
Red life style shit I wanna undo
She was trife but I told her could come throught
Aye, I done seen gangsta's get popped and turn witness
We dropped so much shells in they side we hit guinness
I ain't sora bitch you know my click got no limit
You just tryna leave cause you ain't got no bitches
Opp's unhealthy hit they block they show fitness
The one's that work out be getting stretched like gymnast
No suitcase show you hoes I mean business
All my opps clicked up I call them nigga's Red Ribbon
All my opps switched up and tell me Ima real nigga
You know I got that Tommy ain't no fucking Hilfiger
Old school chopstick know I eat my meals with it
Only hit that button once and ever they still shitty, aye
Nigga's hit interrogation leave a testimony
That nigga switched you got no choice mu nigga get up on em
I ain't never made a beat but I'm forever rolling
And her cooter wasn't fat until I made it swollen
One body, two body, three bodies, four
Nigga's act crazy till we sitting at they door
Five, 6's make a nigga get up out the way
After 762's put a nigga in his place
Y'all slide we slide Nigga EI
Big shells tip a nigga fitted cap TI
I been inna field with it since Levi's
Nigga's think shit good I don't see why
Writer(s): Shootergang Kony
