Fuck Friendz

(Chorus)
Fuck friends
I make ends in the jag bubble lens
Wrist breezy like the wind screamin
Fuck friends
Gettin head on the freeway
Smokin doin a hundred n 10 screamin
Fuck friends
I pull up in that new benz
Rimz that continue to spin screamin
Fuck friends
They all hate you in the end
Niggas fake and they wanna pretend
But still fuck friends

[Verse]
You got up in the game in 1986
With Ted Bohannon and Chris
Dangerous click
But you was smokin cane n shit
On ya album cover rockin chris chains n shit
Ain't that a bitch
You get paid then change and switch
Nigga went hollywood start hatin n shit
Chris came with some rappers spittin flame n shit
The Luniz and Dru Down that new bangin shit
Our first album went platinum fuck the grain n shit
To get fame ya start talkin on our name n shit
"UH" Ya never wanted us in the game ya bitch
Cause if ya really did we would have been in the Dangerous clique
And then you slipped dangerous dame some shit
That fucked his whole life off
Now he strange and stick
Fatha Dom beat yo ass
Made you change yo click
Then your studio got shot up on some gangsta shit
Moved to Atlanta

(Chorus)
Fuck friends
I make ends in the jag bubble lens
Wrist breezy like the wind screamin
Fuck friends
Gettin head on the freeway
Smokin doin a hundred n 10 screamin
Fuck friends
I pull up in that new benz
Rimz that continue to spin screamin
Fuck friends
They all hate you in the end
Niggas fake and they wanna pretend
But still fuck friends

[Verse]
I signed to rap a lot to start a new saga
I don't need new drama
All I did was give you honor
Now you wanna shoot the chopper and diss me on yo album? Fuck you partna
Release the monsta
I am not a shit talker or a shit starter
But its the mafia and u a bitch imposta
My shit hotta i spit lava
Plus Im more versatile doin shows in the Virgin Isles
I murdered your style in the dirty south
Make bitches twerk it out and like Ludacris I sell word of mouth
The word is out them niggas heard about
You asked me to write ya raps
Please keep my names out ya dirty mouth
And Big Mike tried to warn me about you "fuck that nigga"
Yall dont get along he slapped the shit out you "real talk"
And now you hatin on my clout to
Its all about you
But rap-a-lot is fine nigga with out you "bitch"

(Chorus)
Fuck friends
I make ends in the jag bubble lens
Wrist breezy like the wind screamin
Fuck friends
Gettin head on the freeway
Smokin doin a hundred n 10 screamin
Fuck friends
I pull up in that new benz
Rimz that continue to spin screamin
Fuck friends
They all hate you in the end
Niggas fake and they wanna pretend
But still fuck friends

[Verse]
And I dont even know you nigga
But ima have to show you nigga
Theres two things ya dont do nigga
Dont diss Yuk or bite Yuks shit
Or ima come do niggas
Come through with gorillaz
Come through with killaz
Im godzilla fo rella
You a snake you slitha
Niggas bitin pacs shit
They get major richer
Paid you niggas but fuck you i blaze you niggas
Come through with them AK's spray you niggas
Lay you niggas the fuck down i hate you niggas
Im the ice cream man so i made you niggas
You can't fade this nigga
You the fakest nigga
You bit my shit pacs shit cash money you even bitin bow wow
Who the fuck you gonna bite now
And real niggas like me style
So you bite my style
I fatha ya rhymes you like my child "bitch"

(Chorus)
Fuck friends
I make ends in the jag bubble lens
Wrist breezy like the wind screamin
Fuck friends
Gettin head on the freeway
Smokin doin a hundred n 10 screamin
Fuck friends
I pull up in that new benz
Rimz that continue to spin screamin
Fuck friends
They all hate you in the end
Niggas fake and they wanna pretend
But still fuck friends