no friends ft. prophecy Lyrics

Want you to play this while you sliding in your trackhawk

Know some niggas made some bands off they laptop

So if you ain't got no pape, boy, who at fault?

So what if that bitch don't want you, boy that's her loss

Nigga, focus up

Told B.J. bring them bands

We don't need no friends

Tryna go to France

Text her keep your pants on, told her in advance

Why you ain't put your mans on you should be a damn shamed

Like a barber shop, we gon' line him up and cut him down

He was tough on the gram, got him running now

Took his bitch, got him tweetin , watch him cry and pout

Truth be told, truth can be a secret, I'ma find it out

First things first, go get you some money

He on the wrong turf, he must be a dummy

Pissed off, brand new pint 4x cracked the seal on it

Lil bro just hit the road, I put some

vacuum seals on him

Why he talking like he rich, but he got dollar bills on him

I bet money yo bitch fold, I put a Richard Mille on it

All this cash in my fucking pockets, I walk with a limp

Undercover jeans, prada sneaks my pockets in the gym

And we ain't really worried about a hoe, not at all

Mouth piece good, I could get a shy bitch out her drawls

Brand new coupe, it hold two, bitch don't got no roof on it

New bitch might be a crip, I put some fucking blues on her

Yo dream hoe in the spot, she tryna eat my mans up

She like, oh, you brought your gang i'm finna call some friends up

All I want is brain bitch come let my friend fuck

I got some fed hoes just in case my gang get jammed up

Know some niggas made some bands off they laptop

So what if that bitch don't want you, boy, that's her loss

Want you to play this while you sliding in yo TrackHawk

Know some niggas made some bands off they laptop

So if you ain't got no pape, boy, who at fault

So what if that bitch don't want you, boy, that's heart loss

Nigga, focus, up

Told BJ bring them bands

We don't need no friends

Tryna go to France

Text her keep her pants on

Told her in advance

Why you ain't put your mans on

You should be a damn shamed

We gone play this while we sliding in them TrackHawks

Know some niggas made some bands off they, huh

So if you ain't got no pape, boy, who at fault

So what if that bitch don't want you, boy, that's heart loss