REAL FRIENDS

Lyrics

[Intro: Quelly Woo] Wait, wait, like Look, whole lotta–, whole lotta Woo (Yo-Yo, Meen, play that shit) [Chorus: Quelly Woo] I can't die, I can't get put in a song I can't die, I can't get put in the spliff Wherever my gun at where I belong I feel at home when I'm totin' the grip I feel at home when I'm totin' the knock How much it hold? Nigga, a lot How much you gon' throw? Nigga, a lot, like Ben-Bend that block, make it hot Up in KB wit' KR and Jah Feds on his body, I'm totin' that heater, like Dare a nigga move wock Fuck a pharmacy, you gon' need Jesus 30 bustin', please don't keep me Jah Woo loosescrew, get back easy Mentality Mamba, R.I.P. Gigi Focused up when we bеnd that strip [Verse 1: Quelly Woo] Feel like Kobe when I'm on a hit Niggas snakеs, I could hear the hiss Bad bitch on FT blowin' me kisses, like Come and get this dick TP, don't trip Too many Percs, gotta chill wit' that shit Too many tans, don't know what to– Too many tans, don't know what to use Why you spoke on me? Never spoke on you When I see you, knock you out yo' shoes I ain't Rocky, so I brought the tool, like I don't got nothin' to lose On my grind like Elijah Houston No 4th of July, we gon' boom it, like M4 diggin', zoomin' Up them rakes, watch how fast we– [Verse 2: Jah Woo] And I do this for Pop, no, that shit never stop If he talkin' on 'Dott, leave him flat in a lot (Ain't no plottin' on me, keep a G every spot Bro got heavy artillery like he in the SWAT) Bullets got sting like a thot givin' shots If it ain't 'bout the guap, why you hittin' my line? These bitches be losers, a waste of my time Get in my bag, I might pour me a line If you can't do the time, why you doin' the crime? No, I ain't Shaq but I'm back on my grind I been on my doley, I knew I be fine Avoidin' the hate, and the fake, and the lies I cannot die and get put in a track I cannot die and get put in a blunt I-I cannot lack, keep a G for a chump Send shots, hollows make you jump No sanitation, I pull up and dump [Verse 3: Quelly Woo] Shorty a baba, she pull up and rump Car-Carry the G like a newborn I feel like Giannis, don't get boomed on Matter fact, carry the G like it's glued on The opps pussy, soft like futon Jah Woo gon' blast like Neutron Tan in my pants, hard to get my groove on [Verse 4: Jah Woo] Kee-Keep me a stick like I'm Harry Too many baddies, could never get married Opps pussy, run faster than Barry Ballin' on court, shoot from three, no Ray Allen [Verse 5: Quelly Woo] Smokin' Lu, I be high like Aladdin I got the gear for the war, what's crackin'? In the deep end wit' the Kraken I be on defense and I'm attackin' [Chorus: Quelly Woo] I-I can't die, I can't get put in a song I can't die, I can't get put in the spliff Wherever my gun at where I belong I feel at home when I'm totin' the grip I feel at home when I'm totin' the knock How much it hold? Nigga, a lot How much you gon' throw? Nigga, a lot, like Ben-Bend that block, make it hot Up in KB wit' KR and Jah Feds on his body, I'm totin' that heater, like Dare a nigga move wock Fuck a pharmacy, you gon' need Jesus 30 bustin', please don't kill me Jah Woo loosescrew, get back easy Mentality Mamba, R.I.P. Gigi Focused up when we bend that strip