Ain't Ya Friend
Lyrics
(Blameswagg for this motherfucker)
(Juice me up OJ)
Every nigga ain't yo' friend and most of these bitches for the streets
I twist hybrids up in papers, you can keep them Swisher Sweets
How you turn your back on me when I had needed you the most?
I took risks, I loaded up them bags and took them coast to coast
White folks see my TRS and be like, "Damn, that bitch is clean"
Every day I hit the gun store and I buy more magazines
We make sure that we don't miss, we ain't tryin' to waste no rounds
I can't sell these boys to the locals 'cause I can get more out of town
You was the man during Covid, dawg, but now you broke as fuck
The .50 cal had got some weight, it's kinda hard to pick it up
I told cuz, "Go hit the range, don't come home 'til your aim is right"
Late at night I'm clutchin' on the scar it got the scope in sight
If you was real then you wouldn't put all of your business on the net
She gave me heead while I was drivin', I had almost caused a wreck
Took the profit off the play and called the Cuban and protect
My plug had told me check the mail, he had sent that pack to my address
She want rich sex so I fucked her at the top floor of the Ritz
For my birthday, told my girl I want a new Glock 26
Finna go and take a grower off who try to come at six
He tried to race me in his Dodge and he got left in the abyss
I'm really out here selling spoilers, fuck I look like being on Twitch?
You out the loop, if you ain't scamming the system, go and find a glitch
Sometimes I like to hop on beats and pour my soul out and vent
She had fucked me good as hell, so I decided to pay her rent
Every nigga ain't yo' friend and most of these bitches for the streets
I twist hybrids up in papers, you can keep them Swisher Sweets
How you turn your back on me when I had needed you the most?
I took risks, I loaded up them bags and took them coast to coast
White folks see my TRS and be like, "Damn, that bitch is clean"
Every day I hit the gun store and I buy more magazines
We make sure that we don't miss, we ain't tryin' to waste no rounds
I can't sell these boys to the locals 'cause I can get more out of town
Writer(s): Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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