Ain't Ya Friend Songtext

Every nigga ain't yo friend, and these bitches for the streets
I twist hybrids up in papers, you can keep them swisher sweets
How you turn your back on me, when I had needed you the most
I took risks, I loaded up them bags and took them coast to coast
White folks see my TRS and be like damn that bitch is clean
Everyday I hit the gun store and I buy more magazines
We make sure that we don't miss, we ain't tryin' to waste no rounds
I can't sell these boys too local, cause we get more out of town

You was the man during covid dog, but now you broke as fuck
That .50 cal got some weight, It's kinda hard to pick it up
I told cuzzo hit the range, don't come home till your aim is right
Tonight I'm clutchin' on the scar, got the scope in sight
If you real then you wouldn't put all of your business on the net
She gave me hell when I was drivin' I had almost caused a wreck
Took the profit off the play and called the Cuban [?]
My bro told me check the mail, he had sent that pack to my address
She want risks so I fucked her at the top floor of the Ritz
For my birthday, I told my girl I want a new Glock 26
Finna go and take a grower off who try to come at six
He try to race me and he doged it and got left in the abyss
I'm really out here selling spoilers, fuck I look like being on twitch
You out the loop if you not out here scamming the system, go and find a glitch
Sometimes I like to hop on beats and pour my soul out and vent
She fucked me good as hell, so I decided to pay her rent

Every nigga ain't yo friend, and these bitches for the streets
I twist hybrids up in papers, you can keep them swisher sweets
How you turn your back on me, when I had needed you the most
I took risks, I loaded up them bags and took them coast to coast
White folks see my TRS and be like damn that bitch is clean
Everyday I hit the gun store and I buy more magazines
We make sure that we don't miss, we ain't tryin' to waste no rounds
I can't sell these boys too local, cause we get more out of town