Lyrics

[Intro: Damedot] (Welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous) Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day [Chorus: Damedot] Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin' I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club I smell so good, she just wanna give me hug [Verse 1: Damedot] I got all this money on the floor like a rug So much work, gotta cook it in the tub Car got Wi-Fi, bitch, look it up On the hood, Forbes every year, ho, you can look me up She got on a five Balenciaga, I'm in this bitch thick as fuck She got that L9, I go Punta Cana, all the way there just to fuck I pull up in go mode, Christian Dior, you're hoppin' out a Lambo truck Rose gold AP, rose gold buffs, I got fent' bricks, I don't know nothin' else She only want Pucci, she don't want nothin' else Slime-green Dior, one-of-one belt Niggas out here jealous of these hoes, they only pay to play Bitch, I'm ballin' in a major way, I need five gold bottles, Ace of Spade (If I die tonight, I be an icon, bitch, I paved the way) This Codeine kicked in, saved the day, watch my friends on a daily basis [Chorus: Damedot & G.T.] Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin' I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club I smell so good (Ayy), she just wanna give me hug (Yeah) [Verse 2: G.T.] Here we go again, that shit ain't nothin' Nigga, we ten years in Real tact life, young boy been ten You ain't hit shit the first time, spin again My young niggas spin so much, they spin the Benz My other niggas scam so much, it got a Benz This shit go right, we gon' win again Remember I had to do a roll for ten I-75 straight to the 10, across the state lines to get to the prize Keep your eyes on the road, don't go out the lines And watch for the troopers, they sit on the side Gotta stay humble, it don't get beside yourself, 'cause that shit bad for your health A lot of niggas ain't solid at all, and I done seen that shit for myself Niggas get right in the room to tell on theyself, lose every stripe on they belt Me, I'd just play the cards I was dealt You can't adore all the pain I done felt Cut niggas off, they got put on a shelf Everybody went right, then you know I went left I ain't worried 'bout my bitch talkin' to him 'Cause she fuck with a boss, she can't fuck with the help [Chorus: Damedot] Friends ain't really friends, just gotta watch 'em on the day-to-day Sippin' on this codeine, pour it up, it take the pain away Niggas killin' rappers, so I ain't even wear my chains today My young nigga just threw his life away, he flushed it down the drain Judge Boldy gave my nigga fifty and he just had a son I fuck a bad bitch, then I go on a run FN a fifteen-hundred-dollar gun That ain't your bitch if you ain't bought her nothin' I ain't gotta say it, niggas know when I'm plugged I be makin' hoes drop dead in the club I smell so good, she just wanna give me hug