No Friends (Feat. Rylo Rodriguez)

Cook that shit up Quay I come from a different type of cloth Than these niggas I'm gonna buy a different type of car Than these niggas Ain't gon' fuck on none of these lil' bitches, baby I gotta switch it up man, I gotta move different I'm a boss nigga, yeah Show them youngins howto level up Four Season hotel, 60 levels up But I'm a resident If you gon' do the crime, go hard Don't leave no evidence I got'em all on my wave 'Cause it's evident But where was y'all when I was lost Didn't know where to go She think I'm fly, she like my pimpin' But I can't save no ho You only get one chance to cross me Then it's, Say no more I gotta tell 'em go I ain't hit you baby mama Hit her with the curve ball I ain't hit you baby mama Hit her with the curve ball And I'm still the same young hitter That used to serve y'all Don't ever get it twisted My youngins really flip shit My youngins really flip shit Don't ever get it twisted 'Cause I really flip shit I don't need no friends I just wanna win I got this new Benz And it's all I need She listen to her friends They wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up I'ma keep on scribin' Heard they lookin' for me I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin' It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'Cause my woman smilin' Had a family, went legit Ain't no more public housin' I gotta stay from 'round it I gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet Youngins ain't on Instagram But they still want a 'blue check1 If 12 go grab one more of my dogs I'ma sue the vet I thought they all wanna see me ball They'd rather go hide the nets All these pointers in my watch But my Rolex ain't tellin' Gonna drank to death But when I'm on it it's like I'm in heaven And it hit shootin' dice, said Where they from , we told 'em, 7 Used to go to church Till I seen MC serve the reverend Life getting bigger, no small faces Don't know why she don't wanna fuck When I ain't wearin' my necklace They ain't picture me like this So, I sent all of'em selfies Pray you don't get caught in midst 'Cause when we slide, it's deadly I'ma pay her for that pussy I won't lie right there $900, them jeans came from where Moschino When that paper cornin' in It drive you senile It drive you crazy Pray you take these lying hoes back Or they all faded I don't need no friends I just wanna win I got this new Benz And it's all I need She listen to her friends They wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up I'ma keep on scribin' Heard they lookin' for me I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin' It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'Cause my woman smilin' Had a family, went legit Ain't no more public housin' I gotta stay from 'round it