f*ck Friendz lyrics

(Chorus)
f*ck friends
I make ends in the jag bubble lens
Wrist breezy like the wind screamin
f*ck friends
Gettin head on the freeway
Smokin doin a hundred n 10 screamin
f*ck friends
I pull up in that new benz
Rimz that continue to spin screamin
f*ck friends
They all hate you in the end
n*ggas fake and they wanna pretend
But still f*ck friends


[Verse]
You got up in the game in 1986
With Ted Bohannon and Chris
Dangerous click
But you was smokin cane n sh*t
On ya album cover rockin chris chains n sh*t
Ain't that a b*tch
You get paid then change and switch
n*gga went hollywood start hatin n sh*t
Chris came with some rappers spittin flame n sh*t
The Luniz and Dru Down that new bangin sh*t
Our first album went platinum f*ck the grain n sh*t
To get fame ya start talkin on our name n sh*t
"UH" Ya never wanted us in the game ya b*tch
Cause if ya really did we would have been in the Dangerous clique
And then you slipped dangerous dame some sh*t
That f*cked his whole life off
Now he strange and stick
Fatha Dom beat yo ass
Made you change yo click
Then your studio got shot up on some gangsta sh*t
Moved to Atlanta
(Chorus)
f*ck friends
I make ends in the jag bubble lens
Wrist breezy like the wind screamin
f*ck friends
Gettin head on the freeway
Smokin doin a hundred n 10 screamin
f*ck friends
I pull up in that new benz
Rimz that continue to spin screamin
f*ck friends
They all hate you in the end
n*ggas fake and they wanna pretend
But still f*ck friends

[Verse]
I signed to rap a lot to start a new saga
I don't need new drama
All I did was give you honor
Now you wanna shoot the chopper and diss me on yo album? f*ck you partna
Release the monsta
I am not a sh*t talker or a sh*t starter
But its the mafia and u a b*tch imposta
My sh*t hotta i spit lava
Plus Im more versatile doin shows in the Virgin Isles
I murdered your style in the dirty south
Make b*tches twerk it out and like Ludacris I sell word of mouth
The word is out them n*ggas heard about
You asked me to write ya raps
Please keep my names out ya dirty mouth
And Big Mike tried to warn me about you "f*ck that n*gga"
Yall dont get along he slapped the sh*t out you "real talk"
And now you hatin on my clout to
Its all about you
But rap-a-lot is fine n*gga with out you "b*tch"
(Chorus)
f*ck friends
I make ends in the jag bubble lens
Wrist breezy like the wind screamin
f*ck friends
Gettin head on the freeway
Smokin doin a hundred n 10 screamin
f*ck friends
I pull up in that new benz
Rimz that continue to spin screamin
f*ck friends
They all hate you in the end
n*ggas fake and they wanna pretend
But still f*ck friends


[Verse]
And I dont even know you n*gga
But ima have to show you n*gga
Theres two things ya dont do n*gga
Dont diss Yuk or bite Yuks sh*t
Or ima come do n*ggas
Come through with gorillaz
Come through with killaz
Im godzilla fo rella
You a snake you slitha
n*ggas bitin pacs sh*t
They get major richer
Paid you n*ggas but f*ck you i blaze you n*ggas
Come through with them AK's spray you n*ggas
Lay you n*ggas the f*ck down i hate you n*ggas
Im the ice cream man so i made you n*ggas
You can't fade this n*gga
You the fakest n*gga
You bit my sh*t pacs sh*t cash money you even bitin bow wow
Who the f*ck you gonna bite now
And real n*ggas like me style
So you bite my style
I fatha ya rhymes you like my child "b*tch"
(Chorus)
f*ck friends
I make ends in the jag bubble lens
Wrist breezy like the wind screamin
f*ck friends
Gettin head on the freeway
Smokin doin a hundred n 10 screamin
f*ck friends
I pull up in that new benz
Rimz that continue to spin screamin
f*ck friends
They all hate you in the end
n*ggas fake and they wanna pretend
But still f*ck friends