No Friends (feat. Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg)

(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 fuck, 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 brеak it, it faded, still sing your praises You the onе knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin' But give a fuck less, nigga, look at my success You know you a bitch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough shit 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 fuckin' 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 shit 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 Niggas talkin' all this trap shit when I really done it Niggas pump-fakin' this smoke shit when they don't want it 'Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it My niggas move off of numbers like every 20 a hundred I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or you wrong Put the gun down for what? Who the fuck 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, bitch, we them boys One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010 Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin Niggas 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, nigga, 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 dope fan Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin' Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pin Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends Fuck 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 Pussy