No Friends Lyrics by EST Gee (feat. Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg)
Still thugging, I ain’t let it change me
Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous
Meech told me I’m the greatest way before I signed a major
I wonder how my life would be, I ain’t take that Jamaican
You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker
Buy Yeekis and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking
So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it
So stiff, I’m getting loaded daily, trauma got me anxious
My only true love for my sons, any extra they get
Our bond, they couldn’t break it, it faded, still sing your praises
You the one knew me since a baby, I could feel you changing
But give a fuck less, n****, look at my success
You know you a bitch, keep writing ’bout me on that tough shit
Clip behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, “Dump spit”
We don’t duck for cover, keep on bussing till that gun click
Know you miss your brother, I’m tryna help you get to where he went
This the type of day they got me feeling like the old Gotti
Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain’t fucking with no more exotics
Shootouts out the ‘Rari, what CEO you know mobbing with a Draco?
Maybe I ain’t grow up ’cause my problems I can’t let go
Old shit still bother me, my past still haunting me
Still having dreams ’bout the plug come and frontin’ me
Still having schemes ’bout running off with a hunter
N***** talking all this trap shit when I really done it
N***** pump fakin’ this smoke shit when they don’t want it
But once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it
My n***** move off of numbers like every twenty a hunnid
I throw it deep doggy gone, I’m riding right or you wrong
Put the gun down for what? Who the fuck gon’ slide for us?
Neff and Rob ain’t die for nothing, I miss you, I miss you more
Who ain’t up, check the score, them boys been getting torched
Chopped something then bend a corner
Free them boys
I just made five hunnid, bitch, we them boys
One through six, another five, coming through, I’m yours
Lil’ n***** looking up to the dope man
Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams
Gray been moving cool, but dawg, we need more tan
Yeah n****, I been this turnt since ‘010
Ask a n**** why, why he never wrote twin
N***** dissed me done been shot at, done been toe-tagged
Water dried up and I’m glad Moski bought the coke in
Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends
Every load I got for us, n****, I always broke bread
Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don’t need no fan
Youngin out the east can’t spell his name, but he can throw fan
Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smoking
Search for opps on every block, n***** ain’t drop no pen
Young shiner, red zone dada, I don’t need no friends
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