Friends Turn Foes

Lil' O

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    (*Enjoli talking*)
    Y'all niggaz wanna play with us, we'll woop all you hoe ass niggaz
    Cock sucking ass niggaz, you wanna talk down
    If you gon talk down, then grow in your mouth bitch
    One mo' till you go, me and my niggaz riders
    Screwed Up guerillas, wig splitters and cap peelers
    And we gon let you hoe ass niggaz, know about yourself
    How you love that, bitch

    [Lil' O]
    Hit the block masked up, hopped out of the Regal
    In all black with the Mack, and bust like it's legal
    Niggaz running jumping gates, suckers pissing they pants
    (O let me talk), but I didn't give him a chance
    See I'm raw playa, so I give him raw back words
    And hit 'em with some shit, that'll make they ass hurt
    See they ran up in my crib, cause they knew I had work
    I swear I'll bury all them niggaz, in my backyard
    Underneath the swing set, so where my nephews play
    They'll be stomping and kicking, all over they grave
    See I trusted them niggaz, cause they was my dogs
    But I busted them niggaz, coming out my house
    Came home early, cause I got roll like a pound
    In the casino in Lake Charles, shooting craps out of town
    If I had been up in the crib, they woulda filled me with rounds
    These 'spose to be my partnas, how the fuck that sound

    [Hook - 2x]
    Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
    That's why I don't fuck, with these hoes ass niggaz
    See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
    That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga

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    [E.S.G.]
    If I don't hit him with the trigga, I'ma hit him with the the steel-toe
    For real though, pass the calicoe to Lil' O
    Now here I go, with this hater-hurter murder shit
    Know what you did last summer, I come to serve you bitch
    I don't bar nan nigga, and I don't bar your block
    Heard you bumping your fucking gums, at the barbershop
    I won't unload my X, clear and let my ruger rip
    And buck you, so this is what I do
    Thinking bout the shit that we use to do, sipping on 4's and juices foo'
    Hang around swang around, coming down banging Screw wit you
    Cook ki's what-what, smoke weed what-what
    You rat motherfucking police, what-what
    Y'all some lame niggaz, fucked up in the game niggaz
    We quick to aim niggaz, at point blank range niggaz
    Ain't nothing changed niggaz, we down to swang niggaz
    Let our nuts hang, like big ol' piece and chain niggaz

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Al-D]
    Boys plexing talking shit, cause I grip's they thick
    Loc'd up and po'd up, while your gal on dick
    Having big thangs, and won't change for none
    Too real for you to kill, with a platinum tongue
    Screwed Up independent, forever recommended
    Watch your ass talking shit, cause we be all up in it
    Like the task at your do', knocking boys off feet
    Touch the street with your teeth, nose toe off sleep
    Get backer forty jacker, bad actor run up
    Fuck around and lay it down, with a hole in your gut
    Static nut, automatic round lead giver
    Headache donator, hater fade him wig splitter
    Al-D a real nigga, E.S.G. a real killer
    Lil' O ain't no hoe, fuck with Screw we gon kill ya
    And body bag them niggaz, with your fake smiles and lies
    If you so-called friend, you turn fake I ain't surprised

    [Hook - 2x]

    (*Enjoli talking*)
    Ha-ha you hoe ass niggaz, how you love that
    4-4 to your dome, like I said befo' motherfucker
    Niggaz can't see us or be us, maan
    Can't help but to feel the real, recognize
    Bitch made ass niggaz, cock sucking ass niggaz
    Feel us, we grind on all you mark ass niggaz bitch

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    Composición: Enjoli, E.s.g., Al-D y O. Magnus-Lawson

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