[Verse 1: Claas]
Look, see rationale's gone out the windowpane
I've done a lot of things that make me kink and live with the disgrace
And you ain't gone and done a fuckin' thing but pay for clout
Think you got the right to speak your name from out your fuckin' mouth?
That fuckin' bumper ain't gon' stop a thing
'Cause bitch I ain't impressed, I cannot stress, this is not a game
And shit, I'm tough to beat, these niggas only wish they could
You misunderstood me if you ever fuckin' think we good
'Cau-'Cause this ain't about no rap shit (No!)
Speak my woman's name in vain or hate, I'll fuckin' smack lips nigga (Rah!)
Get your orders 'cause if it's happenin'
Y'all are trying to see then best believe we'll get it crackin'
See I think you had me fucked when we were friends
But now it's fuck you! Don't ever think I want a friend!
[Chorus: Claas & Grimm GFX]
So no one told you shit was gonna be this way
But with a team I swear you'll end up D.O.A!
I am the best and the rest I'll never fear
And it'll never be your day, your week, your month, or even your year
Trust I will bury you!
Yeah! I will bury you!
[Verse 2: Claas]
These fuckers want to talk behind my back (Yeah!)
Like I won't find out and attack, that pussy button's whack
And y'all ain't trying to fade to black, so just relax
Before that train runs off the tracks, ain't got the patience for the trash now!
I play nice with everybody so y'all think I'm dumb (Yeah!)
My middle fingers pointed at your skull like fuckin' guns (Blaaow!)
And this is the drama y'all wanted, so I'll put it out like a broadcast
Whenever you come out to kick it nobody is askin' you Yo where's your broad at?
But you ain't hear that delusions were made of grandeur
Intruder just need a gander a loonie could be the answer
I'm assuming they're made of cancer and you are terminal
See she's a virus and we're all germophobes
[Chorus: Claas & Grimm GFX]
So no one told you shit was gonna be this way
But with a team I swear you'll end up D.O.A!
I am the best and the rest I'll never fear
And it'll never be your day, your week, your month, or even your year
Trust I will bury you!
Yeah! I will bury you!
Friends was written by Keagan Grimm & Claas.