Friends Like Me ft. JustKues & LilBobbyTweakin Lyrics

Thing about happiness

It can vanish in a heartbeat

Yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea

Yea, look

Hit from the back made the lil bitch tap

No seatbelt on But I'm riding with the strap

Tell me where you at Im putting bowls on the map

You ain't talking bout nun put a hold on the cap

Heard the feds intercept gotta hold on the sack

Money phone to the ear tryna hold up the racks

Heard what's her name got a low on the packs

Got it coming through the mail so it's low on the tax

Rolling me a big ass blunt through the drive through

Couple hundred shots and a mop when we slide through

Rob a nigga blind now he shocked I'm surprised too

Bitch I ain't ya man I ain't the one you gotta lie too

Gotta do right, Had to make the decision

Smoke blunts back to back

Man I'm way too efficient

A beam on the switch so I hit with precision

Seen too many go, shit I gotta keep living

If you open yo eyes you can see me ball

Know a couple fuck niggas wanna see me fall

Before I learned how to walk had to see me crawl

Tie my hands behind my back and I can still beat ya'll

How many times ima tell you this shit we doing

Is P I ain't talking bout player

I don't know what this thot think ima mafucking hero

Cause I ain't coming to save her

How many times did I tell you you wasn't the one

Lil nigga I can't even remember

I hit the bitch bitch and I had fell in love with her pussy

And nigga I don't even remember

My niggas pull up with 762's and them chop sticks

Boy it'll fuck up yo temple

Caught that boy lacking that shit was so simple

That Uzi go pop I just jump like a pimple

I don't know what her name is put dick in her dimple

Yea I knew he was soft cause he jumped when it hit em

She had sucked me too good felt like I had to tip her

She said I'm in a Royce I'll just show you a nipple

I'm like nah bitch just give me some head then I'm dipping

Got my hands in my pocket that fye what I'm gripping

I don't know why these lil boujee bitches be tripping

I told bro stay out the way but he didn't get it

I be popping percs

I be popping jiggas

I just seen lil shhh

Know I gotta get em

It's just me and Kues know it's been a minute

I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these bitches

Yea

I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these bitches

Yea yea

Maxant bitch I'm back at it again

Packs came in, I'm trapping again

I rather do Business with niggas I don't even know

Then just sit and waste time with my freinds

Yea, aye

Don't be jealous cause we wanna win

I did 10k in a week and I didn't even write it

You niggas still stuck in a trance

Tryna fit in

Tryna sound like you outside

The sun is too much for your skin

I come alive

The feelings that's sitting inside gone bubble all over the pan

Spraying me down

She swear that she holding me down, but really just treat me like Pam

I dream about Martin and Gina

And serve like Serena these racks they won't fit in my hand