Dead Friends

歌詞

You lil' niggas, man You lil' niggas is little Know what I'm sayin'? Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit You know what I'm sayin'? Take your ho and some more shit, you dig? Pour a four, shit Mustard on the beat, ho You little niggas Little niggas My check bigger Check bigger Can't flex, nigga Flex Can't bet witcha Huh Teach you how to be a boss Boss Top dropped off Skrrt Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault For what? All them dead friends Dead You a middleman What? You a little man Little, huh Your money gettin' shorter Shorter My bitch from 'cross the water Bitch Teach you how to count it Yeah All about it, better boss up Rich Put my pride to the side side I could never lie I don't care if you cry Let them pussy niggas die Ayy, Bentley matte black Skrrt Ooh, different kind of fabric CEO status Huh All my niggas savage What? You niggas'll change for fame Fame It's a sad game Sad game This the fast lane Skrrt Dug up money with the shovel shovel I could bury the bundle It's the Lamb, yeah What you been sayin', yeah? What you been sayin', yeah? Ooh, it's the gang, yeah gang Yeah, them chopsticks, no lil' shit grra You could get your wig split your wig split Couple mil on that deal, nigga deal, nigga I'm a boss, my whole team count in' still, nigga rich You little niggas Little niggas My check bigger Check bigger Can't flex, nigga Flex Can't bet witcha Huh Teach you how to be a boss Boss Top dropped off Skrrt Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault For what? All them dead friends Dead You a middleman What? You a little man Little, huh Your money gettin' shorter Shorter My bitch from 'cross the water Bitch Teach you how to count it Yeah All about it, better boss up Rich Pull up with the drama drama Better be movin' proper what Better use a yoppa grra We ain't playin' fair, you a teddy bear teddy My wrist too cold with Moncler Talkin' the trap but you not there On the bullshit bullshit, that pullin' up quick quick Like a forest, so many sticks sticks, that's that tragic shit tragic shit I got the baddest bitch baddest, yeah, yeah yah Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah quarter milli Drippin' in Chanel, that's a bar, yeah that's a bar Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah be a star I got too much ice ice I got I got, too many problems, too much paper, right rich You little niggas Little niggas My check bigger Check bigger Can't flex, nigga Flex Can't bet witcha Huh Teach you how to be a boss Boss Top dropped off Skrrt Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault For what? All them dead friends Dead You a middleman What? You a little man Little, huh Your money gettin' shorter Shorter My bitch from 'cross the water Bitch Teach you how to count it Yeah All about it, better boss up Rich