ฟังเพลงFriends & Foes (Explicit)

Song: Friends & Foes

Artist: G Herbo

Lyrics: Zaytoven & G Herbo

Composed: Zaytoven

Zaytoven

Where would I be without rap? Nobody really knows

Me and Gregg was sharin' clothes, but we weren't really bros

We was tryna impress them hoes, kept us on our toes

I had 25 in high school like I'm Derrick Rose

I had a Glock when I met Pistol P, that's on my soul

Hat always cocked, bang to the left 'cause I grew up with the Moes

And I was thuggin' hard with shawty like I'm one of the Fours

I had some shootouts with my bronem, I had to give it and go

Shit got hot, we start swapping most of 'em, still got one of the old ones, though

Might hang that bitch in a frame for show

That's the one that my big bro used to throw

We ain't learn how to blow in no range, no

Pop out, flame out the Wrangler door

Might could've blew out my brains, though

Niggas must ain't got no aim no more

Niggas left me in the rain some more

I found some gold in the rainbow, though

They say I got money and changed the most

Please don't forget I'm still dangerous, though

Still'll walk up on a stranger, though

Gangster shit run in my veins for sure

I wanna change 'em, though

Know how to channel my anger, though

Oh, we ain't gone save 'em, no

Where his hood at? We gon' name him, though

Oh, yeah, I'm famous, so?

None of my killers want payment, though

Oh, we don't 'posed to be bangin', no

Me and my niggas, we hangin', though

Oh, I don't wanna be slangin' dope

This bitch don't ever stop rangin', though, uh

I don't panic, uh

Whips be panoramic

I was sellin' dope at my granny's, uh

Xanny's, yeah, I need a Grammy, uh

Need another big-ass mansion, uh

Big yard, big-ass hammock, uh

Wrist all wet, Atlantic

Bitch, it's big bucks, no whammies, uh

My bitch need attention, she bad as fuck

And she got lips like Angela

You know a young nigga done ran it up

Damn, I could buy her a Phantom, huh?

Where that come from? That was random, huh?

Die for respect, I demand it

I was dead broke, now I'm rich, can't stand it

Tell me why niggas hate Randy

G Herbo, fuck niggas can't stand me, huh

Worth a couple mil, I'm branded, uh

Special nigga 'cause I'm left handed, huh

Niggas namin' shit, I had it

I ran through that sack like I must've forgot it

I helped niggas out when I should've bought a Patek

They sneak diss a lot, but they don't want no static

You savages should be no rumor, you ratted

I bought my first pipe, cuzzo said I could have it

At G Fazo house, me and Fair in the attic

Kay Fazo was here, used to sit and imagine

Then pull on they block just to shoot what we averagin'

Ladders and horses and carriages, you know we clappin' shit

Opps, we embarrass 'em, ayy

We ain't gon' hop out no caravan, ayy

Foenem might fire up yo' cameraman, ayy

Real street niggas I represent

Long live Bapo and Hellabandz

Ain't nothin' but trappers and bappers in here

Who the fuck let all these rappers in?

We ain't with none of that chitchat, uh-uh

You ain't never hear no click-clack

Shawty and them ready to kidnap somethin'

Send his arm home in a gift wrap for 'em

Push a nigga shit back some

Homie and them might want some get-back for 'em

We finna slide tonight, heard his homie and them tryna have a kickback for 'em

Broski the driver, got my window rolled down in the rear back some

Just havin' fun, that's the type of shit I did, I was young

I shed a tear for my young

Nigga, I kill for my son

And before I met him, I was numb

Let a nigga feel my drum

A lot of niggas think I'm dumb

I'ma just let 'em think what they want

They probably think I'm a punk

Niggas probably really think I ain't gon' dump

I'm the type to let 'em front

Leave a nigga ass all in Nieman slumped, uh

After I feed a nigga hollow tips, I need a blunt

Sick and tired of smokin' all this Gelato, shit, I need some Runtz

Finna get another 150 charm real quick, I need a font

40 thousand go out every first of the month

Just for livin', always been that nigga, so you never could front

Just be consistent

Pulled up on some flexin' shit, like, "Yeah, bitch, we did it"

Add up these digits

Naw, not that, that's just a lil' million

Uh, uh