Dead Friends

[Intro]
Hop out the cut, and go boom
Yeah, this drill shit at noon
These niggas know how I do it, yeah
Nigga, I can't see you, yeah
We slide by noon

[Verse 1: NHS Jay Jay]
Hop out the car, and go boom
Check the time, it's lookin' like noon
Yeah, I catch a nigga on the news
Make him fly like balloons
You should know how we do, yeah
Nigga, I don't trust you
Dead body, this shit come soon
Spin his block, typhoon, yeah

[Verse 2: NHS Kenzo]
I cannot fuck with these hoes, uh
I cannot fuck with these hoes, uh
Slatt, we wipin' your nose
Slatt, we wipin' your nose
Gucci, the belt, Versace, the toes
Yeah, Versace, thе toes
When we pull up, thеm shells they dispose, yeah, ah
The shells they dispose, yeah

[Verse 3: NHS Jay Jay]
My Glock connect 2 niggas, that's 3 way
That's the 3 way
I don't aim for the floor, only aim for face
Bullets hit him up, no ricochet
I love my brothers, I can't leave frustrate
Nah, I can't leave frustrate
Niggas left me in the hood, so, I had to move away
Yeah, I had to move away

[Verse 4: NHS Kenzo]
And no I can't go, and no I can't go
Keep the big fifth, yeah, that's my pole
Yeah, niggas they hoes, yeah, niggas they hoes
They will never pull up, and they never show
And they never show, yeah, they never show
In jail time, nigga, you'll get soaked
And you'll get soaked, and you'll get soaked
Nigga, they talk but they all just jokes

[Verse 5: NHS Jay Jay]
DJ Khaled, yeah, we the best
Yeah, we the best
Niggas they bitches, go take off your dress
Go take off your dress
So many failed the real nigga test
The real nigga test
Stick in your mouth, like the toothpaste Crest
Like the toothpaste Crest
I need bands to invest, bands to invest
So I can get more bread, and get that bread
Niggas they talk that shit, put money on my head
When I catch them wit' my stick, I'ma leave 'em dead
Hollows, it rip his skin, watch that boy just shread
These niggas ain't on shit, I seen 'em fled
I need to watch out for the jakes, and for the feds
I roll with real killers, yeah, them dread heads

[Verse 6: NHS Kenzo]
I know the opps be stressin' (Stressin')
A lotta dead friends
I know you shooting shots, we aim for headbands
I got the bucktees jumping, they doing handstands
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm the bad man)