Lyrics
Yeah, uh, yeah
Just let it go, let it be
When you have these type of friends you don't need enemies
Saw so many leave, see so many come
When you have this type of dough you can't trust anyone
Who needs enemies? Who needs enemies?
When you have these type of friends you don't need anything
Not from anyone, fuck so many things
When you have these type of friends you don't need enemies
I got rivals all in my mix, I got rifles all in my whips
Got this Breitling all on my wrist
Take your wife and call her my bitch
Got some foes posing as friends, open both doors of my Benz
Let that smoke flow from within, hope I don't go to the pen
Don't assume things about me if you don't know where I've been
Won't assume shit about you even though you're posted with them
On your boys you're supposed to depend
I pretend life is close to the end
You put that poison all in my head, now it's poison all in my pen
I don't ever change my number so my boys can call from the pen
He won't ever change his lying 'bout shit for him, hope it's them
Just shoot yourself, end it all, some friends ain't no friends at all
Who the hell are you calling bitch?
Why the fuck you want them involved?
Just let it go, let it be
When you have these type of friends you don't need enemies
Saw so many leave, see so many come
When you have this type of dough you can't trust anyone
I got rivals all in my mix, I got rifles all in my whips
Got this Breitling all on my wrist
Take your wife and call her my bitch
I got rivals all in my mix, I got rifles all in my whips
Got this Breitling all on my wrist
Take your wife and call her my bitch
God forbid I ever get killed, all my friends'll fight for my shit
God forbid I ever do die, all my friends'll fight for my bitch
God forbid I ever go down, God forbid I ever get pinched
Won't get mercy out in no court, only God forgives in this bitch
Heard so many shots get fired off like God forbid I get hit
Saw so many snakes just slither by like God forbid I get bit
That treachery is unbearable, I ain't got the right coping skills
Coming up is impossible when you ain't got the right dope and pills
We won't ever do biz again, we won't ever be boys again
I just think about Jesus Christ, even he ain't had loyal friends
Even he ain't had loyal friends, I just think about Jesus Christ
Even he ain't had loyal friends
Just let it go, let it be
When you have these type of friends you don't need enemies
Saw so many leave, see so many come
When you have this type of dough you can't trust anyone
I got rivals all in my mix, I got rifles all in my whips
Got this Breitling all on my wrist
Take your wife and call her my bitch
I got rivals all in my mix, I got rifles all in my whips
Got this Breitling all on my wrist
Take your wife and call her my bitch
Take your wife and call her my bitch
Take your wife and call her my bitch
Take your wife and call her my bitch
Take your wife and call her my bitch
Written by: Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Ryan Bogan
