Tired of fake friends

Nefiyah:
I hate niggas
I hate bitches
Yall niggas ass--
Pull up to the function
Grippin tommys, smoking on this dutch
Yall niggas cannot rap, yall niggas ain't doing nothing
Yo bitch up in my room
She blow my dick just like a trumpet

V4:

Go behind my back, get stabbed in the back
Talk down on soul, get shot in the back
You is my son and i made you
I got a glick and it came with a laser

Scary ahh nigga get shot like dion
Came in with a k so you know what i be on
Hit me a luh jugg so i got me some racks
Im pouring up tris and im sippin on act
You sippin on green, im sippin on drop
She gimmie top while im at the top
He on the block now im sending shots
He a lil too fed he rock with the cops
Dropped down with a still and u gettin mopped
He off of the tuss lil boy boutta drop
Ignoring that shit lil nigga just stop
You catchin these tеchs
And im catching these pops
You do what you can
I do what i want
His cousin on ends hе really got shot

Keep me the still forreal
Im in the hills forreal
This blick ain't bluff its real forreal
I make it kill for kill
Cause i make the deals forreal