Friend to Foe Lyrics

These niggas is bitches they act like some hoes

I want the bankroll

Designer clothes

I gotta hit it then I gotta go

Ride with a mop

I got me a pole

They switching up

Like friend to a foe

Turned to an op

We do not do those

We do not do those

We do not do those

Just cause it glitters don’t mean that it’s gold

Diamonds is dancing they cold like the snow

They tryna catch me, I gotta stay low

She lovin’ that white, it’s all in her nose

I’m sipping henny, but she want patron

If you an op it’s looking slow

It’s looking slow

I’m keeping it going

I never could fold

They break under pressure

I’m keeping control

They think they hot

But they getting cold

Keeping it real

I can’t sugarcoat

I can’t sugarcoat

I can’t sugarcoat

Man this life ain’t what it seems

I see the lines

And I read between

Late night

I’m up on the scene

Tryna get right

With a nice thing

I want designer and nice rings Copy the wave

They biting

Shawty so bad

Enticing

Coming in swinging Tyson

Keep it low

They can’t hear a creak

Ima hit a op if he try to sneak

Tick toc watch the time tick

Gotta get right

Gotta get fit

Ima just bounce ima go get me a stack

Homie don’t you hit my jack

Acting like we was all that

You wasn’t there

You not down with the pack

We leaving you out

Like you ain’t get drafted

Ima go bonkers ima go savage

Way that I’m moving they thought it magic

See that I’m winning

I bet they can’t stand it

They looking hurt

Get em a bandage

I’m in all black

Look like a bandit

If you gon cap

You gonna vanish

Not with the crew

Then You getting abandoned

Dearly departed I'm back on the road

I want some money if you want a show

She got that white, it’s all in her nose

I told her I’m good, I got my smoke

I’m doing the dash, they be to slow

You Not with the wave you can’t even float

She got that white, it’s all in her nose

I told her I’m good, I got my smoke

These niggas is bitches they act like some hoes

I want the bankroll

Designer clothes

I’m gonna hit it then I gotta go

Ride with a mop

I got me a pole

They switching up

Like friend to a foe

Turned to an op

We do not do those

We do not do those

We do not do those