No Friends

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) [Chorus: YSR Gramz] When that pack touch down, tax like Uncle Sam When we shooting, we ain't putting niggas on cam I don't fuck with these niggas, no, you not my mans I got that V up on my back 'cause I ain't got no friends When that pack touch down, tax like Uncle Sam When we shooting, we ain't putting niggas on cam I don't fuck with these niggas, no, you ain't my mans I got that V up on my back 'cause I ain't got no friends [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Yeah, 'cause I ain't got no friends I'm riding with my niggas till the world ends Nigga sneak dissing? Put that barrel to his fucking head I'm smoking weed, getting head, tryna go to bed My nigga tryna slide right now, my nigga off the meds I tried to tell my lil' nigga chill, they sent him to the feds My lil' cousin playing with the chop, he almost hurt himsеlf If nobody got my back then I got myself I was really brokе, now I'm [?] I got the [?] on my back, tryna catch myself Hold on, let me catch myself Treat you one of you niggas like my kid and beat you with a belt You out here tryna fuck lil' bitches, you gon' go to jail I'm out of town, I sent it to myself, bro, catch the mail We screaming [?] when we see 12 It don't take much, lil' nigga, just be yourself Me and my lil' brother [?] Nigga, ain't nobody make me, I made myself I heard some niggas on yo head, you better fake yo death This 'Wood hitting hard as hell, I can't catch my breath [Chorus: YSR Gramz] When that pack touch down, tax like Uncle Sam When we shooting, we ain't putting niggas on cam I don't fuck with these niggas, no, you ain't my mans I got that V up on my back 'cause I ain't got no friends When that pack touch down, tax like Uncle Sam When we shooting, we ain't putting niggas on cam I don't fuck with these niggas, no, you ain't my mans I got that V up on my back 'cause I ain't got no friends [Verse 2: BabyTron] Zaza, take a puff, I'm on top now La La, ball like 'Melo in his prime now Nuggets snotty than a bitch, boy, yelling slime now Free my baby out that lil' bitch, he knocking time down Yo shit ticking like a time bomb Jacuzzi vibes, bitch, I'm sipping on fine wine now Went and got an AR with the flash, you can't hide now Thinking that we fucking Taliban, how we ride 'round We'll hit you with a K, yeah Jayson Tatum, fade away, hit the J, yeah They say I don't be in the city, bitch, I stay here Dog shit on me in the club, grab some rain gear Huh, or you gon' get wet That vest? Nah, that ain't it, you gon' get stretched We gon' spin around, right, right, we don't hit left Turtle Pie, this shit loud as hell, boy, yo shit deaf Yeah, yeah Run it up, bitch, I had to use my legs, yeah Drop that lil' bitch then I'm gone, I get checks, yeah YSR and the ShittyBoyz, we up next, yeah