A.M.F.P (All My Friends Peng) Lyrics

It's woke and wavy, baby

I got some Balenciaga boots, uh, for me

I got for my roommate some, uh, heels And I got some McQueens to resell

All my friends pang, I ain't pick em like that, it just happened

And even though she got a big back, she still balanced

I'm in the corner with the cool kids, bankers, lawyers, teachers, and some ex-trappers

Everybody came far so it don't matter

We all started in the same, ends the same manner

First it was board games, then it moved to curbsy

Now we dodge the snakes whilst we climbing up the ladders

Money used to be difficult, then it came

Back a day, five quid used to be a real change

Now bro spent a few quid on a plain Jane

And the range come in jet black or eiger grey

On the, on that A4, listening to VB

Wanted street money, but the streets didn't need me

Not gonna lie, I find the streets kinda cheeky

Stabbed my best friend and my cousin lost limbs

Slashed dad's tires when he had the new bims

So come walk a mile in my Timbs

Cap, cause I don't wear that,

dead wouldn't wear it

If what you're posting ain't real, they won't share it

Me, I'm into sharing, but only with my Gs

The trap boys show me mad, laugh in the streets

We all speak the same language, broken, trapenese

Make a quick flip, then run it back with my team

If you only hearing about the dips, not the get backs

Only hearing about the wins, never setbacks

Married to the game, but you ain't the best man

Man, I'm aiming for your chest, fam

Playing chess, not checkers

Big mac and cheese, got green, hold the lettuce

Always been a menace, like my first name Dennis

My brother had beef, I told him, dead it, like

it ain't worth the stressing or the sentence, let me get back to me

Yo, it took a little while, but I really found my feet

Az caps with a sneak, so fresh and so clean I'm an outcast, but there's roses at my feet, like

Yo, we got piff tings in a bling bling

Man are talking bout the road ting, don't get roped in

Now you got the olders scoping what you making?

But they show a nigga fake love on a Drake ting

And if you started blowing up, you know, kind of make it

Man will say you gave nothing back to the place where

Life didn't play fair, nothing like Mayfair

More like mayhem, grew up around strange men

Who only wanna talk gun talk while blazing

Only wanna talk body part rearranging

And them be confused when they end up in the station

Man, this shit so frustrating, but what can I say

Man, this shit's like the itis

I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm inspired

I'm trying to find new ways to do old tricks

My brothers like them old girls, that's the new ting, like

Yeah, I hear it, let it ring

You'd be on the same ting if we were on the same ting

Bro I just feel like you'd be on the same ting if we

If you only hearing about the dips, not the get backs

Only hearing about the wins, never setbacks

Married to the game, but you ain't the best man

Man, I'm aiming for your chest, fam

They be aiming for your chest, They be aiming for your chest like

aiming at your chest, They be aiming for your chest like

aiming at your chest, They be aiming for your chest like

aiming at your chest, yeah yeah, yeah yeah