No Friends allowed (Ft.sid) Lyrics

I aint font no friends

Man them niggas that way man i had to let em go

Driving in this pip

Finna make a dash on my way to this cash

I ain't got no friends

Got two white hoes man i'm waiting on cash

Tryna get this bag

Man my nigga turnin up like we never coming back down (Yeah, Yeah)

Tryna take my chain

Man I swear to god you'll never live to tell the story

A nigga got a hammer trynna put a nail in the coffin

Put you underground nigga then we done with you

Dead Man land always doin shit

Sold out shows taking nicotine rips

Got a bunch of friends and a bad ass bitch

Always got them bands and a bad ass bitch

Always doin shows cuz I am a pro

So i'm always on the road with some hi-tech coke

Did an eighth of blow right before my show

And I smoke more dope with my bad ass hoe

My raps ain't never slow that's why I sell these shows

And count up my dough and buy another eight ball

Deadmanland always singing songs

Loading up my bong so i keep moving on

I aint font no friends

Man them niggas that way man i had to let em go

Driving in this pip

Finna make a dash on my way to this cash

I ain't got no friends

Got two white hoes man i'm waiting on cash

Tryna get this bag

Man my nigga turnin up like we never coming back down (Yeah, Yeah)

Thank god for my life like every day that im alive

Gucci belt on nigga what you on (What you on)

Bring it on (Bring it on)

Draco in the back pack we finna blow it off

Its her birthday let that bitch throw her ass

We in the trenches making ice

I got my nigga with me

Like nigga what you want

Oh yea we on it

I ain't got no friends no more (Yeah)

Nigga i done put them back (Yeah yeah)

Nigga now im goin to the front (Yeah)

Nigga now im grabbin that shit

(Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, straight by the mic)