Friends

Lyrics

[Chorus] I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz [Verse 1] I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, movin' slow in the Benz Lookin' at these suckers through these Cartier lens Reachin' out to God, hope he overlook my sins Clear sunroofs open up to feel the wind Feelin' like Khaled, tell them all I do is win Only countin' racks if they comin' by the tens Whole world watchin' cause they know I'm settin' trends I'm King Truth, bitch, I'm 'bout it Streets locked, bitch, I got it See me lose, bitch, I doubt it I'ma check somethin', no deposit Villains comin' out the closet, probably 'cause they know I'm solid I ain't there to look and make it, I'ma take flight like a pilot Like Big Mo, I was chose Like Derrick, how I Rose My money long, I expose Like Jay-Z changin' clothes I build traps like kaboose I'm still with it, think I'm froze I'm heavy with it, nothin' light Don't roll glass 'less it's foes [Chorus] I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz [Verse 2] I'm back at it, nothin' safe 'Bout ten Summers, played the race Don't get mad, fix your face Jump all cool like I'm grease Can't take mine, get your place Trunk floatin', went to space Don't touch mine, check the waist All black, check the race I'm representin' Robert Bates, to the whole world, he the greatest He spot like he Mikey Vegas He still the king, I'm the latest Me and Moxiii 'bout to zone out You don't understand that, you on the wrong route It's my time, I can't hold out I bring the heat like it was cold out No rollout, I'm just ridin' All black tint like I'm hidin' Got a new wave, I'm just divin' Better take your seat 'cause I'm risin' It's real life, ain't no rhymin' Everything I got from me grindin' I be damned I don't get to the top, I was on my way like I'm drivin' I'm tryna shut down the game And after that, lead it with fame Ain't nothin' I got to explain Just give me that check with a name And I do not feel I can change Ain't no reachin', I'm outta your range I come take you, you think I was strange Hit the whip and I switch up the frame [Chorus] I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz