Frenemies

I used to love them niggas, why they hate me for?
They wanna see me dead laying in that morgue
I pray for my enemies, Allah knows
Nigga Allah knows
I’m rolling with the spinners, can’t trust a semi
My circle be tight, can’t trust many
I’m talking thirty shots if I spray rounds
Make the Earth shake with this Trey Pound
I heard he’s looking for me, I had to find him first
Fly nigga, put him in the flying hearse
V-neck white tee, black jeans
Had your friend posting R.I.P on IG
Dead nigga, oh lord nigga
We’ll turn him veg nigga, can’t talk nigga
Five-O nigga leaking info
Extendo on the nina hit his dimples
Never trust a bitch if she ain’t yours
Never trust a bitch if she ain’t yours
.44 nigga rolling out
.44 shoot his wig out
Never trust a bitch if she ain’t yours
Never trust a bitch if she ain’t yours
.44 nigga rolling out
.44 shoot his wig out
Niggas talking war with a .38
Old friends turn to foes nigga who’s your mate?
Tryna send a nigga to the pearly gates
Or the house of pain, strapped with this new wrist gauge
Used to be my brudda, why you switched sides?
I’m strapped with a MAC and a Swiss nine
Snap Capone the ruler, rolling with my shooters
She’s only gonna link him just to line him up
She’s gonna do that for me in the name of love
AK beating, make his heart skip
I wanna see them niggas in the casket
Ask my enemies, they’ll tell you I’m a bastard
With the MAC it’s disastrous
I’m still screaming «M.O.B. gang lords»
Got money in the crib, what’s a bank for?
Ten crop yards, I’m the landlord
Never trust a bitch if she ain’t yours
Never trust a bitch if she ain’t yours
.44 nigga rolling out
.44 shoot his wig out
Never trust a bitch if she ain’t yours
Never trust a bitch if she ain’t yours
.44 nigga rolling out
.44 shoot his wig out