ฟังเพลงFake Friends Freestyle (Explicit)

Fake Friends Freestyle (Explicit) - 42 Dugg

Composed by：Adalberto Ananás

Produced by：Babychef Doit

Just got off the phone was kickin' it with a day one

Day one day one

Set a fifty thousand play for him

I ain't make nothin'

And I don't want to

They been askin' us for the w**d

They don't want juice

Tell a ***** come through 'cause we got Runtz too

Yeah

Heard the Wham in lookin' for the white?

We got grams in grams in

And this ***** take ten

I ain't tryna kick it with no fake friends

Fake friends

I ain't even tryna make friends

Younging kill for free

What you think he'd do for eight bands?

Switch on me I ain't stoppin'

It's a chase then

Speed up re-up

Ain't even 5 yet

I done poured three cups

Lil' nigga pipe down

You ain't write when I was gone

Don't write now

No

When you see me on the roll

Bring that price down

Still'll get 'em sold for the eight

Thirty h*es with me doin' shows in the H

My phone with the drank

Not a pint ***** a case

Free my nigga Dunk doin' life for the game

Got a chain for you

And I got some change for you

Freed up nah I'm still the same brother

Ever caught him in the club know we rained on him

Rained on him

**** niggas niggas can't **** with me

Cuban on buck fifty AP two hun'

I'm puttin' a quarter on a nigga

If I lose somethin'

Hunt 'em when them shooters come

Two where we left him

Trap on the way DM Merey next

We BH HGH OxyContins we in three states

Roxies boxed in? we got IDs

Wholesale twenty pages thirty-five Gs

If you ain't got it out the mud you ain't like me

If you ain't still bustin' juggs you ain't like me

Fifty strong in the hood nigga ten chops

Let a nigga play with us well you better not

Better not

Trap phone jumpin' backwood musty

Yeah I'm still dissin'

You don't like it nigga **** you

You ain't write me nigga **** you

Got indicted still thuggin'

Ain't nothin' for a *****

Everything for my brother

Had some problems with my uncle

Fell back for my momma

I'll give it to you easy

But you ain't takin' nothin' from me

Put the hood on my back

We against all odds

***** poured a big four

Might as well drop five

Never gon' block that

Hold it down I'm trappin'

I ain't got no beef for cookin' **** simmer it down

Niggas wanna **** with us

'Cause we done figured it out

I hope Audi get bigger than me

Can't be ****** with bigger than Meech

I ain't poppin' on the trappin' ****

I'm killin' the streets

If we ever grow apart just know it's all love

Ain't no run outs in the garage nigga this all us

This all us this all us

Brabus lace the V1s

V1s V1s

Hit a line if you need one

Lambs and ****

Lambs lambs

Still runnin' through them grams and s

Grams and s grams and s