Lyrics No New Friends - midwxst archive

(Vanguard)
(wxstwrld, bitch)

No, I do not need no friends
No, nigga, that's not our mans
Woah, she wan' connect like LAN
Woah, I got that Rick on my pants
Cap, you don't even got ten bands (woah)
Go right down the block, might spin (woah)
Damn, got the world in my hand (woah)
F.N. on me, and it won't jam (woah)

And my bitches, they tens (oh, yeah)
And they got all bad friends (oh, woah)
I'm in love with countin' hundreds (oh, yeah)
Bitch, them blues is my best friend (woah, woah)
She want an adventure, I'm not Finn
And I'm gon' let her in (woah, woah)
Came to the crib and she spent one night (woah, woah), yeah, she stayed at the midwxst inn, huh (woah, woah)
And brand new mask up on my face, yes, I'm like Boba Fett (Boba Fett, woah)
Every time I get on a mic, nigga, murder that beat, what you expect? (woah, woah)
And if you thought that you's gon' play me, bitch, hell nah, get left on read (woah, woah)
And I make this shit on and off, damn, nigga, imagine if I got rest
Like my jeans, nigga, you be distressed
Niggas not tuckin' this shit on my neck
You better watch out for yourself now, niggas gon' try come for your head (woah, woah, woah)
And I might fuck around and buy a new watch, nigga, might go get that new Patek (woah, woah, woah)
I said I'd blow up like a year ago, nigga, guess I'm a damn prophet, yeah (woah, woah, woah)
Been doin' this for years (for years)
Put in that fuckin' effort, nigga, you gon' see this shit, gon' hear (yeah)
And the boy swore he was next up, I done saw that nigga disappear
I knew lil' bro would fall off, I seen that shit, it's crystal clear (crystal clear, oh, woah)

Huh, don't got time for the bullshit (for the bullshit)
We shoot magazines, this shit not no full clip, huh (the full clip)
Like this shit construction, we gon' make that tool hit (make that tool hit)
Niggas swear they totin' yoppas, they don't even shoot it, yeah (won't shoot it)

No, I do not need no friends (yeah)
No, nigga, that's not our mans (yeah)
Woah, she wan' connect like LAN (yeah)
Woah, I got that Rick on my pants (yeah)
Cap, you don't even got ten bands (woah)
Go right down the block, might spin (woah)
Damn, got the world in my hand (woah, yeah)
F.N. on me, and it won't jam (woah)

No, I do not need no friends (woah)
No, nigga, that's not our mans (yeah)
Woah, she wan' connect like LAN (yeah)
Woah, I got that Rick on my pants (yeah)
Cap, you don't even got ten bands (oh, yeah, woah)
Go right down the block, might spin (woah)
Damn, got the world in my hand (woah, yeah)
F.N. on me, and it won't jam