Friendemy Testo

Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid
1800 shit in this bitch, ah, yeah
1800 shit in this bitch, ah, yeah
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

What these niggas know about me? I'll tell you nothing (Tell you nothing)
Mobbin' on the money, boy, you know I'm up to something (Up to something)
You really think I sit on my ass and do nothing? (Do nothing?)
You shittin' me? (Shittin' me?) You kiddin' me? (Kiddin' me?)
I could feel these niggas tryna get rid of me (Tryna get rid of me)
Fake type niggas, see 'em on the phone, huh, they so sick of me
Never gave a fuck about my enemies
And if you ain't 'bout the skrilla, boy, you ain't a friend to me, nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah, nah)

If you talkin' that rah-rah-rah (Rah-rah-rah)
We got Glockies for 'em, choppas for 'em, grrah-pop-pop (Buh-buh)
No, I don't want hear your nonsense that blah, blah, blah (Blah, blah, blah)
Beam at his head, got him to cha, cha, cha (Cha, cha, cha)
Boy ripped (Brr), off the fake shit (Off the fake shit)
I couldn't take it, had to sabotage to make it (Had to make it)
If you ain't first, you're last (Last), Ricky Bobby (Ricky Bobby)
Had to get up off this rap shit, it ain't a hobby (It ain't a hobby)

And this ain't for everyone, you should know that (Yeah, yeah)
If it's too hot in the kitchen, you should go back (Too hot)
Have you ever wanted somethin' so much? Don't think you have
Cut off everything 'cause you want it so bad

What these niggas know about me? I'll tell you nothing (Yeah) Mobbin' on the money, boy, you know I'm up to something (Up to something)
You really think I sit on my ass and do nothing? (Do nothing?)
You shittin' me? (You shittin' me?) You kiddin' me? (You kiddin' me?)

I could feel these niggas tryna get rid of me (Tryna get rid of me)
Fake type niggas, see 'em on the phone, huh, they so sick of me
Never gave a fuck about my enemies ('Bout my enemies)
And if you ain't 'bout the skrilla, boy, you ain't a friend to me, nah, nah, nah