Better Off Friends

Got The Drop ft (Fat Chop)

Fake Friends

You don’t got a b don’t come around me
2 of my niggahs fighting bodies 
4 5 hit his chest and he came that niggah half zombie 
I got 5 attempts that’s on my Glock but just don’t ask about it
All them drills we did was in my Buick you can’t back up out it 
I was 17 I hit that stain but I ain’t catch no body 
Real life shot at niggahs just for talking to me outta pocket 
Go and ask my ex bitch if I’m capping 
one time she was driving 
I don’t do no acting 
I’m bout action come back Ronda rowsy 
Spin again 
fuck it if we crash
get another Johnny 
They think that I rap I’m not a rapper I got other hobbies 
Yeah I shoot some pics but I got vics they don’t know about it 
Real gangsters gone keep that shit in silence that’s how you go about it 
All these fucking chopsticks in my lap 
I don’t know karate 
All this fucking work out you would think I had a better body 
Skinny niggah 
But I still be flexing smoking while I’m driving 
Niggah keep on saying I’m a op then why the fuck they hiding 
3 deep niggahs ain’t outside how I know cause we been sliding 
Heads or tails knuckles in my pocket brodie think he sonic 
I got all this dog shit it my lap it don’t fit in my pocket 
Yeah they call me bang that’s what you hear I don’t cock it

bullseye 2

If you know we on ya ass better keep ya head up or it’s runtz cause

We was sliding 
He was hiding
I stuff 3 grams in a blunt 

Just caught em lacking 
Hop out like what happened 
Aint see his in months 

I’m not a rapper
I get active 
Spin a Benz we on a hunt 

Like lil durk dis ain’t what you want 
I fuck a bitch put it in her gut 
Don’t expose I’m just young and living life doing what I want
Fuck a thottie from the back and hit a bad bitch from the front 
Pulling on her tracks and shit 
Cause I go deep she tryna run 

Smack her ass like take this dick 
Please don’t be on basic shit 
Pull it out come spit on it 
Pussy good I might save the bitch 
I’m just playing tho 
I’m a street niggah I don’t think I was made for diss 
Cause you ain’t get back for ya man’s man what y’all do y’all made a diss 
Bitch niggahs y’all make me sick 
Like where tf y’all savage at 
He in a grave so keep on dissing y’all can’t get y’all savage back 
Niggahs acting like they up the score my niggahs ain’t having that 
We spin again until we catch another vic


keep it g you not a factor 
Im bender and a sender pussy boy I’m not a rapper 
I was out there wit da drug dealers killers and trappers 
Catch a opp outside you know they gone kill em traffic 
Put that switchy on a glizzy make that shit automatic 

My lil woddie tryna spin so he gone do it for practice 
Wallah 
disappear we made that shit look like magic

Runtz

stay over there

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