Friends to the End (feat. Kevin Gates)

Friends to the end

Down and out, broke as fuck

E'ery time, I'm showin' up

Friends to the end

Your lil' girl need shoe money

Your baby mama got two from me

Friends to the end

I lucked out when I came up

Your lawyer needed retainer

Friends to the end

We choked out the last guy

That witness couldn't testify

My lil' home want rap money

Put him on with his first lick

Lined him up with that clientele

Hooked him up with that first trip

Outta town with that cash good

Movin' up on that retail

Everything 'bout property, homie

Just like that, we sell

Bad bitches wanna come through

Young **** wanna hang out

Fuck boys wanna cash in

You bust Glock, them brains out

Real G's don't talk shit

Everything 'bout money moves

They callin' me a Jack of trades

'Cause I be wearin' so many shoes

This how you gotta move

Gettin' to them green lights

Double back to my trap house

Like a triple beam on cream night

Lined 'em up and get straight to it

Whole bundle, ran through it

Every play got a plan to it

I can't do it till my mans do it

Friends to the end

Down and out, broke as fuck

E'ery time, I'm showin' up

Friends to the end

Your lil' girl need shoe money

Your baby mama got two from me

Friends to the end

I lucked out when I came up

Your lawyer needed retainer

Friends to the end

We choked out the last guy

That witness couldn't testify

Now, real **** don't keep score

Lookin' out for your people

Fuck, shit ain't equal

Drive by's be the sequel

Cali **** ain't peaceful

No tail tucked and we goin' in

Shoot in front of your mama house

Watch how this drum spin

Draco's, no ankles

Just head shots, erase those

Do it all for no pesos

Back 'em up like mako

Didn't know I was your brother

Whole team gon' smother

From zone one to zone six

Fake **** just don't fit

Gotta call for major grams

We'll eight **** with a major plan

Lookin' out for my bros

Open up them doors

Some still doin' it for Lil' Chris

Ridin' down for my ****, Nut

Soft packs, we blow 'em up

'Cause countin' money ain't new to us

Friends to the end

Down and out, broke as fuck

E'ery time, I'm showin' up

Friends to the end

Your lil' girl need shoe money

Your baby mama got two from me

Friends to the end

I lucked out when I came up

Your lawyer needed retainer

Friends to the end

We choked out the last guy

That witness couldn't testify

My big homie put me in for a quarter

Checks from my older

Kept it loyal, every word bein' spoken

Never disclosin'

'Cause shit is kosher and this shit that I'm smokin'

Be extra potent

On parole, random urinalysis, I'm up the road (Shit)

Goin' strong after my BG's

Bottle went for my DC's

When thug had to go lay it down, I made sure that his kids eat

Refrigerator and cabinets, home cooked meals, no sandwich

But still, people point fingers at me 'cause my pants be saggin'

Snitched on one of my friends just to get a lil' time cut

Ten seconds he touched down, bet you he get touched up

Move a real player, but a rim

All real **** don't foul out

Fuss with you, I'll fuck with you

Out the mother, we ball out

Friends to the end

Down and out, broke as fuck

E'ery time, I'm showin' up

Friends to the end

Your lil' girl need shoe money

Your baby mama got two from me

Friends to the end

I lucked out when I came up

Your lawyer needed retainer

Friends to the end

We choked out the last guy

That witness couldn't testify