What are friends for

[Intro: TokenBlackYGOGuy]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
It's the black mamba and the maroon tanuki, bitch
Skrrtt
Aye, aye, aye, aye

[Chorus: TokenBlackYGOGuy]
I watch bitches put on makeup, not by choice
Got your girl pussy all moist
She leave you and bring the toys
I'm from Texas in this bitch you know I came down with my boys
Everybody gon' be dying, baby I am pro-choice

[Verse: TokenBlackYGOGuy]
Got a gun and it's 5-9, why you call it Royce?
Y'all must be from Illinois
You are not making no noise (shh)
Got me feeling like Chronomaly
I go harder than Moai
How you bossing anybody, when your boss got you employed?
Got me feeling so professional, all about my revenue (money!)
I ride off in ghost and i get followed by the red and blue (FUCKIN OPS NIGGA DAMN)
Followed all the traces back and somehow that shit led to you (skrt)
You don't need a pencil, it don't matter, got the lead for you
If you see me in the streets, I swear to god you better move (move it)
Dual-wielding two sticks my arms look like eleven do
I am hot, so use your ears to hear what I just said to you
My dad do not talk to me, I'm feelin like I'm dead to you

[Tanukes]
Man
Young Stone Cold boy drinking in a black vest
Stun him if he swingin with a jab-left, ooh
Finna access lil baddie with an accent
I'm all over the body like a hazmat suit
Aye forreal bitch, I'm Felix how I grab that tool
They don't wanna see me feel it cuz I snap mad fools
Hidin out in chat rooms, lurkin in they bathrooms
Got me pullin out the mac like it be Kraft foods
Aye look, don't make me rearrange ya, aye
You don't want no trouble with danger
Homie second Harry Potter got a few in the chamber
I've been spending outta pocket
Yet I got a remainder
Y'all been jockin from my Gram yet I can't really blame ya
Hoping yall get endangered
Y'all invadin who I am? Better fall from my lasers
It ain't hard to replace ya
Send you back where you came from
Yall don't know what im made of, aye look
No fake love from the posse
Better sit your ass down, lil homie; Drake in Degrassi
Mad pounds, I ain't ever lonely, livin saucey
Stay high like Apollo but I never hit a Rocky
Young boy stay cocky
Gotta pick up the pace
Don't get in the way
I'm gripping the case
Me and my boys enjoy cons
So we switch up ya face
Finish it off and hit up your space
On our clock, I don't even give a fuck if the house locked
Hit a couple shots (duh, duh)
Finna bounce off
Loud knock, everybody ducking when the crowd flock
Brows up, like a motherfucker been around Rock
Blue and purple cashmere like I downed Sully
Hip blue-steel ain't no Proud bully
Shit I seen too real, been around Scully