We Can't Be Friends ft. fredo'sfuneral Lyrics

It didn't have to be like this

Remember the days we was kids we would play in the sand

Don't know that bitch she was basic as fuck

I'm gonna hit that bitch once and then pass to my mans

Walk into Louis V cop me a trunk

And then walk out that bitch with my muh fuckin Vans

I ain't pay too much attention in school

I was focused too n getting that reup again

Pick that bitch up in a CLA 45

Remember the days we would drive a Grand Am

My shooting practice be aiming at opps

I don't fuck with the cops free my boys out the jam

All of my niggas we live by the code

We just do what we want and we do what we can

I said it once I'm gon' say it again

Free all my niggas that's locked in a can

Fuck all my opps we do not make amends

How could you think that you hot, you a trend

I heard he snitching we cannot be friends

Make sure I'm packing that Glock in advance

Make sure I'm bagging that thot in advance

I used to turn in them bottles and cans

I up that muh fucking Glock and he ran

Might send a hundred more shots at your man

I wasn't checking my phone she got mad

Take out my foux now they calling me Lance

I took a flight to Miami again

I had to borrow my granny FN

He a little boy he ain't scared of no men

No need to question that boy he on 10

Call up that boy he gon' spin it again

Soon as I see him I'll shoot at your friend

You think I ain't hear what that nigga said

Butcher that boy now I feel like I'm Ben

I like my bitch in the sun with a tan

I'm getting rich doing shit that you can't

Maybe you could if you stuck to the plan

Come to my hood you get stripped of some bands

Don't like the club where they strip and they dance

I just be sitting in the trap with my mans

Caught him in J.C. now we on his ass

Dead that lil' boy over comments we read

I hated school but I was good in math

He think he funny my choppa gon' laugh

I took a flight so I needed a Xan

Five pack of Backwoods and weed in my hand

Off of that lean I forget who I am

Grandma said grow up start being a man

Let my bitch take my whip and she be racin

I pin her down she be screamin my name up

Fuck what the feds say my shootas face up

Glock and the heata gon leave ya face jammed up

I told the brunette bitch ya gotta go, look at the car an big twin turbo

Bro hadda come back wit a lil mo, rubber bands we gotta hit up the store

At the crib hadda throw out the vlone, at the crib countin up money alone

My lil bad ass bish need a scope, I'm in that 6.2 liter go

I got dat 22 smg, I need dat scat pack s c a t

Look at my bitch it's a r t, peeked at yo bitch an she got ugly teeth

Imma go hop in that bitch 123, while I be speedin I hit for a piece

Askin me hm I want for the feat, look at my toes it's balenci my feet

I ask him when you gon pay me the cheese, he told me it's gon be there asap

Textin me she wanna be wimme, baby the pack and the loud wimme!

Oh n I thought I told you baby, nun of ts for the mf free

I went n flew to Miami fa free, couple a hours I spent about 3

We had a hotel and that bitch was free, pack of that leaf and we smokin on tree

We gettin high and we smokin on reefa, I had a plan and I sent em to Jesus

My bro was runnin a bag in the Beamer, I went n crashed it I need sum cleaner

Cop me sum shit and it's shit that I dream of, walk in the store and it's loud that I reek of

Yea huh it's money I seek uh pull up in all black jus like da reaper