Fake Friends Lyrics

Yo Yo Yo

One Four Eight

Three to the Three to the Six to the Nine

Representing the ABQ

Waddup Beyatch?

I ain't got no room for no Fake Friends

I been on my own always lookin where the play at

Pillys in the morning got me feeling like a patient

Skinny but I told that I'm hungry tryna make ends

I ain't in the mood for no face tatts

I just need a bitch matching me make it make sense

I been waiting a long time for the weekend

When shots of hennessy come around ill prolly take 10

And these bottles got me spinning and the

Clock is still spinning

It's been plenty hours later let me

Count my mistakes up

I keep looking for em pesos but my

Times often wastin

There's a nascar in my head tho cause my

Mind still racing hoe

Baby always tell me I'm impatient

Only for the money and the cudi give me more baby

I ain't really into all that lame shit

Current situation kinda wack but I'ma make it

Heard you got your bape at the flea bro

I ain't gone hate but just know it ain't the same

Cause I'm in a shark head in the deep end

Need a bad bitch that's just always playing defense

I just ain't the same as you

Don't know what I been through

2022 I spent it all inside my fucking stu

I just ain't the same as you

Told you I'm recession proof

Road running had to cut it short that's for loony tunes

And I never told the truth

Yeah not once in all the statements

Like you was penny pinchin I sold narcos for them payments

Was hibernating em feeling now I'm peeling off them layers

Hanging out with fakes yeah that'd prolly be more dangerous

Count up 32 plus got 1 up in the chamber

I just need my money lookin taller than wilt chamberlain

I'm a super star but you're too far away to fucking see me

You can't be me all my scars make me unique, you best believe it

Ugh

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