Friends lyrics

[Intro]
I ain't gone cap my n*gga
I love you to death
Whenever we hit this block I just pray we make it back
You know how we live jail or hell
Against the odds, n*gga I'm with you
Gimme the word I'm sending them hitters
Both our pain I swear they don't feel us
That scrilla my healer my n*gga my killer
f*ckin' this hoes since we was little
Post on the block since we was children
This sh*t crazy

[Verse]
Beat all the odds, n*gga let's get it (Six)
Whatever you with my n*gga I'm with it (my n*gga i'm with it)
Empty the clip reverse and then flip it (paw)
Don't want us togеther they know we thе littest
n*gga be cap just like a fitted, (cap) spin spin spin get dizzy
We post in the hood just like an engine
They play with your name and I'm standing on business
They play with your name , then I'ma spaz
2 double O it's on the dash
n*gga be hatin we both in our bag
And we be puttin' the opps in bags
Glock got a glitch, my sh*t lag (grraw)
We cut n*ggas off, they in the past
Catch em in public I'm dropping my mask
And if I drive then bro on your ass (blowing your ass)
n*ggas they know who to play with
Walk down bright day and let the K spit (paw)
Pop out (pooh) , face sh*t
Unfortunately fell in love with the K clip (no cap)
Damn I hope you don't switch
My brother forever can't [?] bout a b*tch (naah)
n*gga they know we lit
Six from the bricks being going on hits
And we still post on the set, playin' with us like Russian roulette (no cap)
Still hangout in the 'jects
They know its me cause the 6 on my neck (my neck)
Play everybody gon' die
Play with the 6 everybody gon' cry (gon cry)
This sh*t eye for an eye
n*ggas be lackin' I stay with my fire
I swear my n*gga straight
Make one call and I'm jumping the gate (jumping the gate)
I feel just like Rod K
Got on my cape, I'm saving the day (saving the day)
My n*gga been depressed lately
Like he fading away (fainting away)
Told my n*ggas just pray
They play, we play
They lay, we lay, (we lay)
I don't even trust nobody
Make one call I'm catching a body, (a body)
Tweakin' and booted off molly
Drillin' and killin' that was our hobby (a hobby)
I lay down for you
Go to jail, won't make a sound for you (I swear)
My n*gga I'm proud of you
I put n*ggas in the ground for you (gla)
Back to the street sh*t, n*ggas get dropped everytime they wanna sneak diss
sh*t cut man lemme get me some Kreep sh*t
Glocks and brooms n*gga we sweep sh*t (no cap)
I don't wanna make no friends
Make my dawg rock out till the end (rrrah)
I got a new FN
My dawg got a brand new gen
b*tch we sheddin' no tears
Swear to god, we want everybody killed (everybody kill)
n*gga we stay in the field
n*ggas be cappin' we shooting for real
Now I'm back to the block
Fresh out of jail , I'm back to my Glock
n*ggas be wannabe opps
Police ask all these guns props