Not Friendly - DDG & Polo G: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Not Friendly

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Not Friendly adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak DDG/Epic Records tarafından 3 Nisan 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıNot Friendly - Single

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Şarkı Bilgileri

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Geçtiğimiz 7 Gün

00:10 - 00:15

Not Friendly geçen hafta yaklaşık 10 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

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GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

DDG

Performer

Polo G

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Darryl Granberry, Jr.

Darryl Granberry, Jr.

Lyrics, Composer

Taurus Bartlett

Taurus Bartlett

Lyrics, Composer

Jack Richmeier

Composer, Lyrics

Collin Lytle

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jahk

Producer

1204

Producer

Samarra "Stereo" Torrence

Samarra "Stereo" Torrence

Recording Engineer

Todd Hurtt

Recording Engineer

Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour

Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour

Mixing Engineer

Brandon Blatz

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Nicolas De Porcel

Nicolas De Porcel

Mastering Engineer

Kayla Holland

Assistant Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

Uh-duh-duh-duh, yeah

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah

Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]

Been talkin' to God, just need my peace, I had it hard, but I beat the streets

Hop out the car, swing my glee, yeah, he probably a star, but he not me

I'm in this bitch with DDG, uh, told him we playin' for keeps

I told you **** stop playin' with me, I sent 'em killers, come lay when you sleep

I bought my bitch Van Cleef, I ain't gotta talk, my bands speak

Lookin' at songs my fans leaked, let off some shots if your mans creep

Before I leave the crib, a Glock new gen' when you see my hand reach

Don't act like we locked in or you my kin 'cause I'm not friendly, uh

[Verse 1]

Somewhere in LA hittin' bad bitches, I really did that often

I remember I was shootin' my shot and missin', I had to work on my offense

I ain't shit but a dog, ****, and a stepper, I left my paw print

Plus I'm a millionaire with eight figures, that's the main reason I talk shit

Please don't compare us, we not them, Rolex match the B, I'm trim

Since 2014, been Too Turnt for Tim, dunk on shit and hang on the rim

Me and my squad'll run the whole gym, show you how to ball a bitch, I'm a pimp

Big-ass stick, so I walk with a limp, 40 on me like Shawn Kemp

We in the field, but we score like the Celtics, run down on him, knock off his helmet

With two Glocks, rock out like Elvis, we grew up young and rebellious

Bro window low on the hit like he don't need no assist, he gettin' selfish

Guess your flaws don't exist, act like you never see this shit, but I felt it, uh

[Chorus]

Been talkin' to God, just need my peace, I had it hard, but I beat the streets

Hop out the car, swing my glee, yeah, he probably a star, but he not me

I'm in this bitch with DDG, uh, told him we playin' for keeps

I told you **** stop playin' with me, I sent 'em killers, come lay when you sleep

[Verse 2]

Thank God I ain't had to kick in doors, 2014, I lost my bro

He was outside, he was totin' them poles, but he'd act normal when we was at home

I deal with life shit on my own, ain't got time to be talkin' on phones

Can't be cryin', I'm way too grown, my heart too cold, that shit like stone

In and out of court for shit, can't blame me, I blame my dick

My exes know that I ain't shit, but since I'm him, I still get picked

Since nineteen, I been got rich, I made M's off music, bitch

How you judge but can't make hits? I hop on stage, the crowd get lit

They speak down but jock my swag, I'm that ****, I can't get mad

Folks online, they touch they phone and speak on me but don't touch grass

All this talk 'bout who I bag, when they hate, I read and laugh

'Cause if I seen that user in person, they gon' wanna flick up for they 'Gram, uh

They ain't check on my mental in a minute

Too busy for distractions, fuck my feelings

Gotta take care of my family, they dependin'

'Cause if I lose it all, then that's the endin' of us

[Chorus]

Been talkin' to God, I need my peace, I had it hard, but I beat the streets

Hop out the car and swing my glee, they probably a star, but he not me

I'm in this bitch with Polo G, huh, told him we playin' for keeps

I told you **** stop playin' with me, I sent 'em killers, come lay when you sleep, uh

I bought my bitch Van Cleef, I ain't gotta talk, my bands speak

Lookin' at songs my fans leaked, let off some shots if your mans creep

Before I leave the crib, a Glock new gen' when you see my hand reach

Don't act like we locked in or you my kin 'cause I'm not friendly, uh

Written by: Collin Lytle, Darryl Granberry, Jr., Jack Richmeier, Taurus Bartlett

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