KC 1k - Friendly (feat. Seven) Lyrics

Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
Yeah
Designer my shirt it's Givenchy
2019 niggas wasn't so friendly
2019 nigga I was so giving
I gave all my love and my heart now it's empty
Yeah I got all these hundreds, now these bitches feel me
I hopped out the coupe and I hopped in a Bentley
All these niggas been showing me fake love
Feeling like they obligated, bitch I don't need pity
These niggas they ghosted now they f*cking with me, uh
Knock off his top with a semi
Way too much hate gotta move out the city
I'm tryna get rich or die trying like 50
And I tell these hoes, I don't need em
These bitches just want me because of my name
They just want my money, they f*cking for fame
I blew out her back now she walk with a cane
I took a long break from the rapping and changed up my flow
Then I added 1k to my name
Nigga I spit that heat in the winter
Applying that icy hot pressure, I'm changing the game
Boy a nigga been eating, I'm going insane
Put some ice on my neck but ain't no Johnny Dang
Straight up out of the zoo, all my niggas gorillas
I feel like a lion, I cannot be tamed
I just f*cked on this bitch, she a diva
This ice on my neck froze, grabbing my heater
Big bro on probation he walk with a beeper
If I f*ck her one time ima block her, delete her
I really don't need her
Go tell her that
Bands in my pockets, I swear I got hella racks
Niggas be snitching, on God I can smell a rat
If you're my dog then for you I'd go Hell and back
Ran it up fast like a cheetah
These bitches annoying on God I don't need em
Them dreams I was having I'm starting to see em
All y'all forces be dirty, on God y'all don't clean em
If they make it a competition, ima beat em
All my brothers been starving, on God I can't leave em
If he snaking then I gotta drop em
On God
Can't keep em
Put my trust in my sister, she changed on her people
Yeah my niggas keep weapons
They dangerous, real lethal
I'm tryna hop in a Wraith
Damn I just started rapping they riding the wave
And I know they be capping, don't know why they hate
Catch a opp nigga lacking, we blow out his face
I got that water
I let that bitch spray
I can't f*ck with these bitches I'm tryna get paid
Niggas hating on me but ain't getting no play
Why he running from me, he ain't getting away yeah
Pull up semi-automatic
These niggas want smoke but they know they can't have it
My bro got the gas in the attic
I'm rolling it up, damn I think I done turned to an addict
I'm shocking these niggas no static
The Audemars watch on my wrist, gotta get me a Patek
These bitches is overdramatic
I'm cruising in foreigns in traffic
Damn a nigga living lavish
Momma sliding in a Benz
I can't f*ck with you hoes, my new bitch is a ten, uh
Ima ghost ride in the timbs
If a f*ck nigga hating, we knock off his limbs, uh
Why you switch up in the end
Gotta stay on my pivot, won't happen again, uh
Tryna fold me but I ain't ever bend
Gotta keep my shit real, ain't no time to pretend yeah
Uh, Yeah
My brodie keep that pocket rocket
I keep them rackies in my pocket
Glock in my hand ima cock it
A nigga ballin' like I play for the Rockets
Put them braids in my head, now I drip like a faucet
Might just f*ck her one time, after that then I'm off it
Me and Seven been winning, we taking no loses
I took off on my bosses, showed 'em who the boss is
Yeah
Designer my shirt its Givenchy
2019 niggas wasn't so friendly
2019 nigga I was so giving
I gave all my love and my heart now it's empty
Yeah I got all these hundreds, now these bitches feel me
I hopped out the coupe and I hopped in a Bentley
All these niggas been showing me fake love
Feeling like they obligated, bitch I don't need pity
These niggas they ghosted now they f*cking with me, uh
Knock off his top with a semi
Way too much hate gotta move out the city
I'm tryna get rich or die trying like 50
And I tell these hoes, I don't need em
These bitches just want me because of my name
They just want my money, they f*cking for fame
I blew out her back now she walk with a cane