Bestfriends Lyrics

Trust no one

No one be trusted

No one

I spray a nigga like some Glade

Bird eye, bitch, you know you hear that blade

Bust that mission, man, just to get paid

Yo bitch, she want a nigga with a lil' flav

Do them hoes still drink Tangeray

That bitch thirsty, go outside, taste the rain

Side hoes doin' more than the main

Chitty, chitty, chitty, chitty, bang, bang

Everything used to be good till it changed

You don't break the bitch, man, you out here givin' sprains

That nigga tripped on him, then you seen his brains, Cocaine is a hell of a thang

My bitch, she left me hanging, I ain't know a thing

Only trust myself, man, I can't trust a thing

I'm watch em change over money and the fame

You can tell the world everything, man, what did you gain, when I D.I.E., man, it ain't gon' be the same

Flyznyee, man, them bitches mind change

I know you miss them days when you ain't had to bang, gotta stay ready, man, them Glock go bang, I'm in a trap till my pocket filled with change

Love ain't real, seen a loyal bitch change

They kick you down when you ain't got a thing

You can't feel me, you ain't go through the pain

Buried that heart, I dropped my dog in the grave

K's for niggas puttin' G's with them K's

K's for niggas puttin' B's with them K's

K's for niggas puttin' C's with them K's

Niggas be sweet, ooh, get them out the way

Pop his top, ooh, sit it out today

If I die, you better slide today

Kush koma ol lord, thou shall I wake

I run to the money, man, he run to the Jakes

I ain't never met a heart that ain't break

These niggas fake, that's the type of shit I hate

These bitches fake, that's the type of shit I hate

How you do sucka shit then smile in my face

Keep it slimey, man, we don't fuck with no snakes

So many niggas that I know that hate

Brand new guns, man, they jumped out the crate

Brand new money ain't come from the bank

I got a hunnid for any bitch, that ain't no snake

Let's talk about bucks, hate for time to be a waste, to be real, that's a price you can't pay

You ever looked in the eyes of the fake

You ever looked the devil in the face

You ever see your people layin yellow tape

Take these shoes, bet you won't step a place

Every day, ooh, slide with a case

Hella weight, man, that bitch outta shape

You can't lie when that shit all on tape

They love to fake, ooh, they love to hate

Feel it got right, back boomin' off that bank

Pull up hop out, ooh, shootin' out that tank

Should've played ball, now your life went to waste stank a nigga up, got his momma sellin' plates