Full Trip - Friends (feat. Ra Glizzy) Lyrics

Shawty think I'm playin
But I f*cked all her friends
Pull up to tha trap
And I popped out the Benz
Smoking on this dolo
No I don't need no friends
Walk inside the club
Bitch I look like the man
I got gas
I get packs
All you sell is dime bags
You don't trap
Niggas whack
Love to cap
When money call
Sheesh for them racks
Hop up on the road
For a check I'm so cold
Never get attached To the pack
It be sold I like my bitches bad
With some paint on they toes
Thought she had a job
But I found out she Broke
Jewelry on my body
Feel like Ice It's so cold
Smoke out tha pound
You cop grams And you roll
Nigga u can settle
Push a pack Or be broke
Shawty on my line
She said you do the most
Girl you better hustle
Or yo ass gon be Poe
Cut this nigga off
Cuz he moving to slow
Cut off another hoe
Cuz she be gettin to bold
All my accessories
Are silver no gold
My jewelry ain't magnetic
Only thing is this pole
Took shawty to tha crib
And she left wit my soul
Tried to bring it back
But I juss hit tha road
And them Packs hit the road
From tha plug
We on go
Shawty think I'm playin
But I f*cked all her friends
Pull up to tha trap
And I popped out the Benz
Smoking on this dolo
No I don't need no friends
Walk inside the club
Bitch I look like the man
I got gas I get packs
All you sell is dime bags
You don't trap
Niggas whack
Love to cap
When money call
Sheesh For them racks
Im the type to say Ah
And she gon say ha
Huh yeah Ian gon lie
Im finna smoke all your runtz
From the back to the front
Throwin 3s up with guns
It feel better if you gon take these drugs
I got perky dick
If you tryna fall in love
Hennything is possible with this thug
I could build an empire
Burn that whole bitch down
Bag a brick up then
Break a whole brick down
Pick a bitch up and knock the whole bitch out
Im the definition of savage
When it come to bitches
I done fell out with my nigga
He ain't have no good intentions
Ain't no such thing as a
Friendship when it come to business
I had to knock the nigga off
He wanna be a witness
All these hoes facin me
They see a nigga jwet litt
Ion wanna rent that car
If that bitch ain't a spaceship
Ion want you to suck my dick
If you ain't got no duck lips
Shawty think I'm playin
But I f*cked all her friends
Pull up to tha trap
And I popped out the Benz
Smoking on this dolo
No I don't need no friends
Walk inside the club
Bitch I look like the man
I got gas I get packs
All you sell is dime bags
You don't trap
Niggas whack Love to cap
When money call
Sheesh For them racks