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no friends - dcth4g lyrics

[chorus]
i’m finna slide in that benz, i ain’t ever need no friends, yeah
big ass bag get sent, makin’ them racks til’ the end, yeah
i don’t give a f*ck what you said, yeah
i had to go run up a check, yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, i had to go run up a check, lil n*gga
we crossin’ em’ out, get the x, lil n*gga
goin’ up and you stayin’ depressed, lil’ n*gga
goin’ up and you know i stay blessed, lil’ n*gga
stayin’ blessed by god, i pray every day
got a big ass bag when i spin in the wraith
yeah, i’m doin’ the dash like i’m winnin’ a race
yeah, i’m savin’ the bag like i’m wearin’ a cape
you know i go ape, like i’m rockin’ some bape
just me, myself, and i, that’s the gang
can’t f*ck with no n*ggas, these n*ggas be lame
they actin’ real cool, but they talkin’ that sh*t
yeah, they said that i wouldn’t be lit
i’ma hop in this godd*mn big ass whip
got a big ass plot with a big ass script
if a n*gga want problems, then i’m really gon’ solve it, huh
go to the sky, all these racks, they fallin, huh
n*gga relax, you not even ballin, huh
thank god every day for these blessings, i call him, huh
on a whole different level, can’t f*ck with it
i gotta get me this money, i run with it
them n*ggas gon’ hate, but i know that’s what come with it
don’t give a f*ck, cause i step and it’s love with me
yeah, you know that i really go up, n*gga
runnin’ them racks, my pockets looked stuffed, n*gga
do what i say, get these racks, ain’t enough, n*gga
keep runnin’ up all that sh*t till i’m done n*gga, huh
you know that i ain’t finna bluff, n*gga
no, i can’t, no
these racks come fast, they ain’t came slow
lil’ n*gga, you wack, what you came for?, yeah
what you playin’ them games for? yeah
why you playin’ them games, n*gga, lock in
all this guap in the back, i stocked in
n*gga keep hatin’ on me, tell him, stop it
pray for the fam, and i pray for the enemies
run up that bag, cause i know god blessin’ me
hop in this whip, tell them f*ck n*ggas wait and see
step out the crib, and i got all this pape’ on me, b*tch
i had to run up a motherf*ckin’ bag
and i had to go run up that motherf*ckin’ cash
i had to hop in that motherf*ckin’ jag
and i had to just go show these n*ggas who laughed at me
i got the cash on me
i got the bag on me
i got the racks on me
i got some raf on me
goin’ so brazy, i’ll get me some plaques on me
been at the top, but i really just passed on it, uh
[chorus]
i’m finna slide in that benz, i ain’t ever need no friends, yeah
big ass bag get sent, makin’ them racks til’ the end, yeah
i don’t give a f*ck what you said, yeah
i had to go run up a check, yeah

- dcth4g lyrics

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