Friends & Folks

It's a lot of pain per bar

Pulled up, they ain't even spark

Respect to the ones that's smart

Hell no they don't know us

But I bet they still know not to start

Getting paid to rap

Getting paid to trap

And for art

I ran out of woods bro

Where is the gar?

Hit my phone for O's and hard

Hit me up, I got the carts

Money, weed and niggas

And they all a hundred

Yeah you can duck a shot

But you can't dodge a hundred

You say you got thrax

Show me, I got the money

(I ain't too quick to reply if ain't bout the money)

A lot of bread still ain't enough

You short me, I'll stain you up

Piss me off, I'll strangle you

I can't help I'm a Gangster girl

Can't just any nigga have me

My shit like angel dust

Rest in peace to my granny

I ain't want to give my angel up

I ain't with the sad shit

Big Kay the bad bitch

And I'm really bad

(I'm bad)

I'll jig with a ratchet

(Yeah)

Like the club on a Saturday

And that boy lying

If he say he ever had me

Yeah that nigga capping

I ain't with that talking

Ima burn these ashes

Until you come with that action

Yeah

I'm nowhere near selfish

But now on I'm on some self shit

Cause the ones that say to call for help

Go tell em off when they help me

I don't need it

If you can't show love

Then lil bitch don't you tell me hoe

I can't believe it

I made my first bankroll off of Ellis

I wrote this song here from the soul

So I know they gone repeat it

If I said it, then I mean it

Watch what you say, I'll get you deleted

Beggin and pleading

Good thing I grew up

You could've gotten hit for no reason

Queen status

Charismatic and conceited

Still posted with some heathens

Talking about bread?

I can get up and make a quick bag

That's easy

It's all bout your mindset

If you don't play it smart

Then you ain't never gone be eating

If I ain't matching a few the guys

Then I'm at the crib, drawing and chiefing

No I ain't trying to be in nobody's face

Cause fuck y'all

We ain't even

I don't want to meet you

No I can't beat you

And I ain't got the patience for no leeches

I get up early as fuck every morning

And still be out late in the evening

I done had some mother fuckers stick around

And still turned and they deceived me

I done told bae

Before you ever think bout crossing me

Just get up and leave me

Please

For real