NO FRIENDS

[Intro: Slim Santana]
Pain inside my eyes
Cartier my lens
Pain inside my eyes
[?]

[Chorus: Slim Santana]
All this pain inside my eyes
Cartier my lens though
Vlone on my shirt uh
I don't wanna be friends though
That switchie all on my side
I call that bitch my bang bro
When that bitch get to rippin' it sound like a MAC-11
Heard your dawg was a pet, he went straight to heaven
Hit that boy with the Draco, he had caught his blessing
And I got a bad temper so please don't test me
I don't care if we hoopin, you ain't gon' check me
Put that boy in the blender, he actin messy
Quick to kick the bitch out like I'm Lionel Messi
Ion need a play, I'm what a play need
Got a bad bitch all on her knees
How the fuck I get rich with no degree

[Verse 1: YSL Benji]
Benji, call me Swiss Cheese
Old stick up, gotta let that bitch breathe
Brand new Glock, that's .233
Make for the switch gotta let the bitch breathe
I'm a boy from the hood like Jordan no [?]
Big thug motivation, like Benji no G
Gotta make it lil' easy, real hotboy like [?]
1100 Block, yeah the streets they need me
I'm the one everyone depends on
I'm the-I'm the one that caught that ball on the end zone

[Chorus: Slim Santana]
All this pain inside my eyes
Cartier my lens though
Vlone on my shirt uh
I don't wanna be friends though
That switchie all on my side
I call that bitch my bang bro
When that bitch get to rippin' it sound like a MAC-11
Heard your dawg was a pet, he went straight to heaven
Hit that boy with the Draco, he had caught his blessing
And I got a bad temper so please don't test me
I don't care if we hoopin, you ain't gon' check me
Put that boy in the blender, he actin messy
Quick to kick the bitch out like I'm Lionel Messi
Ion need a play, I'm what a play need
Got a bad bitch all on her knees
How the fuck I get rich with no degree

[Verse 2: Slim Santana]
Gotta go hard for my C
And everything paid I need that D
On God [?]
'Long as I'm here all them racks on me
Call dispatch
Choppa break a nigga down like a KitKat
If a nigga sending shots it get sent back
Pop a Percocet, like them bitches Tic Tac's
[?] a mismatch
If you get it took I can get your shit back
Stupid ran up, now you in a shitbag
Goddamn boy I'm tryna get 'em toe tagged
Caught 'em down bad empty out the whole mag
I ain't stunna hoe, nigga my bitch bad
Thirty racks put that shit in her Chanel bag
Put the dick down her mouth and she won't gag
Juggin' expert with this shit, these niggas mad that I done ran it up
Two hundred racks I got that shit stuffed in my Louie duff
I'm in New York with all the vibes just like I'm Diddy Puff
I told my youngin' we want them millions, the hundreds just ain't enough

[Chorus: Slim Santana]
All this pain inside my eyes
Cartier my lens though
Vlone on my shirt uh
I don't wanna be friends though
That switchie all on my side
I call that bitch my bang bro
When that bitch get to rippin' it sound like a MAC-11
Heard your dawg was a pet, he went straight to heaven
Hit that boy with the Draco, he had caught his blessing
And I got a bad temper so please don't test me
I don't care if we hoopin, you ain't gon' check me
Put that boy in the blender, he actin messy
Quick to kick the bitch out like I'm Lionel Messi
Ion need a play, I'm what a play need
Got a bad bitch all on her knees
How the fuck I get rich with no degree