REAL FRIENDS

[Intro: Quelly Woo]
Wait, wait, like
Look, whole lotta–, whole lotta Woo
(Yo-Yo, Meen, play that shit)

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
I can't die, I can't get put in a song
I can't die, I can't get put in the spliff
Wherever my gun at where I belong
I feel at home when I'm totin' the grip
I feel at home when I'm totin' the knock
How much it hold? Nigga, a lot
How much you gon' throw? Nigga, a lot, like
Ben-Bend that block, make it hot
Up in KB wit' KR and Jah
Feds on his body, I'm totin' that heater, like
Dare a nigga move wock
Fuck a pharmacy, you gon' need Jesus
30 bustin', please don't keep me
Jah Woo loosescrew, get back easy
Mentality Mamba, R.I.P. Gigi
Focused up when we bеnd that strip

[Verse 1: Quelly Woo]
Feel like Kobe when I'm on a hit
Niggas snakеs, I could hear the hiss
Bad bitch on FT blowin' me kisses, like
Come and get this dick
TP, don't trip
Too many Percs, gotta chill wit' that shit
Too many tans, don't know what to–
Too many tans, don't know what to use
Why you spoke on me? Never spoke on you
When I see you, knock you out yo' shoes
I ain't Rocky, so I brought the tool, like
I don't got nothin' to lose
On my grind like Elijah Houston
No 4th of July, we gon' boom it, like
M4 diggin', zoomin'
Up them rakes, watch how fast we–

[Verse 2: Jah Woo]
And I do this for Pop, no, that shit never stop
If he talkin' on 'Dott, leave him flat in a lot
(Ain't no plottin' on me, keep a G every spot
Bro got heavy artillery like he in the SWAT)
Bullets got sting like a thot givin' shots
If it ain't 'bout the guap, why you hittin' my line?
These bitches be losers, a waste of my time
Get in my bag, I might pour me a line
If you can't do the time, why you doin' the crime?
No, I ain't Shaq but I'm back on my grind
I been on my doley, I knew I be fine
Avoidin' the hate, and the fake, and the lies
I cannot die and get put in a track
I cannot die and get put in a blunt
I-I cannot lack, keep a G for a chump
Send shots, hollows make you jump
No sanitation, I pull up and dump

[Verse 3: Quelly Woo]
Shorty a baba, she pull up and rump
Car-Carry the G like a newborn
I feel like Giannis, don't get boomed on
Matter fact, carry the G like it's glued on
The opps pussy, soft like futon
Jah Woo gon' blast like Neutron
Tan in my pants, hard to get my groove on

[Verse 4: Jah Woo]
Kee-Keep me a stick like I'm Harry
Too many baddies, could never get married
Opps pussy, run faster than Barry
Ballin' on court, shoot from three, no Ray Allen

[Verse 5: Quelly Woo]
Smokin' Lu, I be high like Aladdin
I got the gear for the war, what's crackin'?
In the deep end wit' the Kraken
I be on defense and I'm attackin'

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
I-I can't die, I can't get put in a song
I can't die, I can't get put in the spliff
Wherever my gun at where I belong
I feel at home when I'm totin' the grip
I feel at home when I'm totin' the knock
How much it hold? Nigga, a lot
How much you gon' throw? Nigga, a lot, like
Ben-Bend that block, make it hot
Up in KB wit' KR and Jah
Feds on his body, I'm totin' that heater, like
Dare a nigga move wock
Fuck a pharmacy, you gon' need Jesus
30 bustin', please don't kill me
Jah Woo loosescrew, get back easy
Mentality Mamba, R.I.P. Gigi
Focused up when we bend that strip