$tackx - Friend In Me

I got a friend in me
Running from the cops while yo bitch unfriending me
I got a friend in me
I got these ops who be praying down on me
I got a friend in me but imma still roll
I got a friend in me, I got a friend in me
I got a friend in me
Running from the cops while yo bitch unfriending me
I got a friend in me
I got these ops who be praying down on me
I got a friend in me but imma still roll
I got a friend in me, I got a friend in me
I ain't gonna rap like this
I ain't gonna trap like this
Who be running the crew so slick
I gotta dash cuz a bitch gon be a bitch
I ain't gonna rap like this
I ain't gonna trap like this
Who be running the crew so slick
I gotta dash cuz a bitch gon be a bitch
Why you be scamming me
Why you be lying like it was heartfelt to me
Why you a lying freak
Thought it was safe but hope you don't pray for me
Why you be scamming me
Why you be lying like it was heartfelt to me
Why you a lying freak
Thought it was safe but hope you don't pray for me
Run run boy got a gun
He don't be shooting for fun
When the bullet hit the dome you gone
Rapping like you don't know where i came from
Move move bitch you gotta go
Call an uber and get out my home
Get your number right out my phone
I got a friend in me
Running from the cops while yo bitch unfriending me
I got a friend in me
I got these ops who be praying down on me
I got a friend in me but imma still roll
I got a friend in me, I got a friend in me
I got a friend in me
Running from the cops while yo bitch unfriending me
I got a friend in me
I got these ops who be praying down on me
I got a friend in me but imma still roll
I got a friend in me, I got a friend in me
Buying these shoes you cannot afford
The way I'm playing you shit is a sport
I'm no boy imma gentleman
Fuck with me imma put a gun on him
Run away to a dead end
Jesus Christ was the devils friend
Two tone on the middle man
Five bullets on him with a xan
Watch out shoot it once it goes lights out
Dark shadow behind me too
Don't try to play me fool
Dark shit on my side
Glock 17 on my mind
Time travel to waste time
Turn a nickel into a dime
Run run boy got a gun
He don't be shooting for fun
When the bullet hit the dome you gone
Rapping like you don't know where I came from
Move move bitch you gotta go
Call an uber and get out my home
Get your number right out my phone

Written by:
valdemar brunslev

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find