FRIENDS lyrics

[Intro: YungManny]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Ayy, Terk), yeah (Sparkheem)

[Verse 1: YungManny]
McDonald's, get hit with this twenty-piece, n*gga
Can't find the body, it's twenty feet, n*gga
One man move, Glock 23, n*gga
How many bullets? Like 23, n*gga
I'm in his crib, this ain't MTV, n*gga
Ran up a sack off of MP3's, n*gga
I'm droppin' bags on my enemies, n*gga
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas
Men with these n*ggas
Been with these n*ggas
We don't let rats in the trap, homie
Rely on my Glock 19, that's my backbone
n*ggas be hot usin' Apple for trap phones
Suggest you don't hop in thе streets, you won't last long
Electricity bills gettin' paid by my rap songs
And my shooter a dykе, damn sure got that strap on her
If she throw it back, damn sure got my flash on
n*ggas wasn't outside before the 'Rona
Shot a n*gga last year and he still in a coma
Put some cameras around 'cause them n*ggas be cobras
I know a body just by the aroma
When I turn fifty I'ma be a pimp
sh*t down bad so n*ggas gettin' skimped
It ain't no talkin', bussin' off the rip
Exotic on deck, $350 for the zip
[Chorus: YungManny & Sheff G]
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas
Men with these n*ggas
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas
Men with these n*ggas
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas
Men with these n*ggas
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas (Gang)
Men with these n*ggas (Gang)

[Verse 2: Sheff G]
Might just get killed if you f*ck with these n*ggas
Bullets, they sting like a bumblebee, n*gga
I got your b*tch on the run with me, n*gga
Just smash and I pass it, can't cuff on these b*tches
No Funkmaster Flex when it's hits on yo' block
I got them young n*ggas itchin' to fire
So many shots that I stuff in this Glock
One press on this b*tch, I could air out ya flock
Wait, hold on
This a Glock, not a Hi-Point, b*tch
Wit' a dead end
We don't stop for the cops, lil' n*gga
So what you gon' get in?
This a Glock, not a Hi-Point, b*tch
Wit' a dead end
We don't stop the cops, lil' n*gga
Gang
[Chorus: YungManny]
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas
Men with these n*ggas
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas
Men with these n*ggas
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas
Men with these n*ggas
You might just get killed if you friends with these n*ggas
Friends with these n*ggas
Men with these n*ggas