No Friends (Explicit) - EST Gee/Yo Gotti/42 Dugg
Lyrics by：George Stone III/Mario Mims
Composed by：George Stone III/Mario Mims
FOREVERROLLING
Still thuggin'
I ain't let it change me
Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous
Beach told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major
I wonder how my life would be
I ain't take that Jamaican
You get a chance to kill me
Take it
Miss
Go meet your maker
Buy yeekies and buy sliders
Help my youngins up they ranking
So rich
It might not feel good when we f**k
But she still fake it
So stiff
I'm gettin' loaded daily
Trauma got me anxious
My only true love for my sons
Any extra
They get
Our bond
They couldn't break it
It faded
Still sing your praises
You the one knew me since a baby
I could feel you changin'
But give a f**k less
N***a
Look at my success
You know you a b***h
Keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough s**t
Slid behind the wheel
We hit the window
I say
Dump
Spit
We don't duck for cover
Keep on busting 'til that gun click
Know you miss your brother
I'm tryna help you get to where he went
Just that type of day
They got me feeling like old Gotti
Just hopped out the Hellcat
Ain't f**kin' with no more exotic
Shootouts out the 'Rari
What CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco
Maybe I ain't grow up
'Cause my problems
I can't let go
Yeah
Old s**t still bother me
My past still hauntin' me
Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me
Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred
N***as talkin' all this trap s**t when I really done it
N***as pump-fakin' this smoke s**t when they don't want it
'Cause once you disrespect me or mines
You know we on it
My n***as move off of numbers like every twenty a hundred
I throw it deep
Doggy gone
I'm ridin' right or you wrong
Put the gun down for what
Who the f**k gon' slide for us
Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin'
I miss you
I miss you more
Who ain't up
Check the score
Them boys been gettin' torched
Chop somethin'
Then bend the corner
Free them boys
I just made five hundred
B***h
We them boys
One through six
Another five comin' through
I'm yours
Lil' n***as lookin' up to the d**e man
Got a couple bricks
Started off with four grams
Gray been movin' cool
But doggy
We need more tan
Yeah
N***a
I been this turnt since '010
Ask a n***a why
Why he never wrote twin
N***as dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged
Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in
Thought he was a boss
Then I noticed he got broke friends
Every load I got for us
N***a
I always broke bread
Sit it in the freezer
It get hard
You don't need no fan
Youngin out the east can't spell his name
But he can d**e fan
Flunkies die tryna be gang
I call it smokin'
Search for opps on every block
N***as ain't drop no pin
Young shiner
Red zone dada
I don't need no friends
F**k you talkin' 'bout
You already know what's up with me
Man
It's EST Gee
5500
The big general
Man
BMF
AO
EST
Young shiners for life
Red zone 'til my head gone
P***y
