Songtexte No Friends (feat. Prophecy) - GloKarti

Want you to play this while you sliding in your trackhawk
Know some niggas made some bands off they laptop
So if you ain't got no pape, boy, who at fault?
So what if that bitch don't want you, boy that's her loss
Nigga, focus up

Told B.J. bring them bands
We don't need no friends
Tryna go to France
Text her keep your pants on, told her in advance
Why you ain't put your mans on you should be a damn shamed
Like a barber shop, we gon' line him up and cut him down
He was tough on the gram, got him running now
Took his bitch, got him tweetin, watch him cry and pout
Truth be told, truth can be a secret, I'ma find it out

First things first, go get you some money
He on the wrong turf, he must be a dummy

Pissed off, brand new pint 4x cracked the seal on it
Lil bro just hit the road, I put some
vacuum seals on him

Why he talking like he rich, but he got dollar bills on him
I bet money yo bitch fold, I put a Richard Mille on it

All this cash in my fucking pockets, I walk with a limp
Undercover jeans, prada sneaks my pockets in the gym
And we ain't really worried about a hoe, not at all

Mouth piece good, I could get a shy bitch out her drawls
Brand new coupe, it hold two, bitch don't got no roof on it
New bitch might be a crip, I put some fucking blues on her
Yo dream hoe in the spot, she tryna eat my mans up

She like, oh, you brought your gang i'm finna call some friends up
All I want is brain bitch come let my friend fuck
I got some fed hoes just in case my gang get jammed up

Know some niggas made some bands off they laptop
So what if that bitch don't want you, boy, that's her loss

Want you to play this while you sliding in yo TrackHawk
Know some niggas made some bands off they laptop

So if you ain't got no pape, boy, who at fault
So what if that bitch don't want you, boy, that's heart loss
Nigga, focus, up
Told BJ bring them bands

We don't need no friends
Tryna go to France
Text her keep her pants on
Told her in advance

Why you ain't put your mans on
You should be a damn shamed

We gone play this while we sliding in them TrackHawks
Know some niggas made some bands off they, huh

So if you ain't got no pape, boy, who at fault
So what if that bitch don't want you, boy, that's heart loss