Fake Friend Lyrics

I feel like a nigga running laps

All my karma keep on coming back

That's why I'm riding with my gun attached

Won't press relay and never run it back

And I feel like a nigga running laps

And I put that on my soul

Put that on my soul

And I'm riding with who ride with me

And aint no nigga finna ride for free

You inna ride you betta ride with heat

And ima tell em ima soldier

I'll shoot till it's over

Fake nigga snake nigga

You gone get the cold shoulder

We all in the same place

But it's different cuz they know us

Rich Nigga still fucking bad bitches

On the tour bus

My girl mad now I'm sleeping

On the sofa if she found out

I fucked this bitch then it's over

Ion make the best decisions

I ain't sober

Ion make the best decisions

I ain't sober

My homie he been switching on me

He picked sides on me

They say death before dishonor

We gone slide on him

But ion be thinking bout

What if dawg got that fire on him

The best emotions come

When I'm broke and I'm high dummy

Something to nothing

Go to stores and I gotta buy me something

Out of state day to day I gotta fly to mama

Before I go I gotta make sure

That she proud of something

I feel like a nigga running laps

All my karma keep on coming back

That's why I'm riding with my gun attached

Won't press relay and never run it back

And I feel like a nigga running laps

And I put that on my soul

Put that on my soul

And I'm riding with who ride with me

And aint no nigga finna ride for free

You inna ride you betta ride with heat