Listen to Friends (feat. T.I., Rara, Brandon Rossi, Tokyo Jetz, Trae tha Truth & Young Dro) by Hustle Gang

Friends (feat. T.I., Rara, Brandon Rossi, Tokyo Jetz, Trae tha Truth & Young Dro)

Hustle Gang

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hustle Gang

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brandon Rossi

Composer

Widnick Prevalon

Widnick Prevalon

Composer

Rodriguez Smith

Rodriguez Smith

Composer

Shauntrell Pender

Shauntrell Pender

Composer

Clifford Harris

Clifford Harris

Composer

Djuan Hart

Composer

Frazier Thompson

Frazier Thompson

Composer

Jacquez Lowe

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Widnick Prevalon

Widnick Prevalon

Producer

Rodriguez Smith

Rodriguez Smith

Producer

Elliot Carter

Mixing Engineer

Bradley “Dirt” Horne

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah, uh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Yeah, uh, uh

You know it

[Verse 2]

'95 Mack with the Polo (Damn right)

Cuban link on with the Jesus piece (Damn right)

Doin' the mo' ho', we're sayin' the least (Do it)

Need pussy and money, that's how I bring in the wheat

I'm talkin' Monday afternoon, now we're bus'in' it down

I ain't makin' this up, I ain't fuckin' around

I'm in the Bally's at the alley, on my cell phone

Get the pussy, get the head, get the hell on

[Verse 3]

Convicted felon, with no right to bear arms

Still I do, but carefully, I'm who they tell on

**** watchin' but we keep it goin'

Like the camera rollin' and them people on us

You know it

[Verse 4]

Middle finger out the Beamer like Pac

One hand on my dick, one hand on my Glock

All gas through the dash, I don't plan on stoppin'

Got a mouthful of gold, shirt off, I'm Pac

Still ridin' with my **** with a dust habit

My other **** drinkin' lean got a pot belly

Now we ain't finna play no games, not at all, period

They hit ya ass long range, like Paul Pierce

'N' drop a song, bet ya ass heard it all year

[Verse 5]

And let's get one thing clear, let's get one thing straight

Came straight in this bit', move shit up out the way

Put your hands in the air, bitch show me where the safe

You know it

[Verse 6]

Friend

We use that term loosely, too loosely

That shit

Everybody ain't your friend

None of that shit

We use that term loosely, too loosely

Yeah

Everybody ain't your friend

Yeah

Built to last

Need mine bitch, fuck all that

[Verse 7]

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Born to lose, built to last

Need mine bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Everybody ain't your friend

[Verse 8]

I'm a thug ****, peep the authenticity

The wrist at least 60, ya killin' me

Jimmy Choo a thousand on my bitch feet

Japanese diet, only thing I eat is kimchi

Give a footlong to ya bitch, no Blimpie

Orville Redenbacher, I'm the only bitch poppin'

And the whole clique of y'all, damn sure couldn't stop it

Runnin' straight to the money, that's the only way I'm rockin'

And if ye ain't got that, then they might get to poppin'

I ain't fuckin' with the crowd, I'm a different kinda bitch

Go to court and point fingers, you a different kinda snitch

Think I wanna buy a yacht, be a different kinda rich

But I'm still from the hood, I'll settle for a brick

[Verse 9]

And if I call you a friend, I'd die for ya

That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook

Man, I was raised in the trenches by straight crooks

When lady see me on the street, grab they pocketbooks

I'm sharp as a pocket knife on IG

This address on my ID

Should tell you I'm from Bankhead, you know not to try me

I put you over my knee

And spank your ass like my niece

I'm kickin' shit, tai chi, until it's over, capisce?

[Verse 10]

Call 'em Jimmy John's 'cause them shooters gon' deliver me

Can catch you after hours outside of where you livin'

Don't forget Tokyo, man, we gotta keep it pimpin'

I'm rockin' with these hoes, five grand for the linen

Dro

[Verse 11]

Friends

We use that term loosely, too loosely

That shit

Everybody ain't your friend

None of that shit

We use that term loosely, too loosely

Yeah

[Verse 12]

Everybody ain't your friend

Built to last

Need mine bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Everybody ain't your friend

Built to last

Need mine bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Everybody ain't your friend

[Verse 13]

You don't really know what disloyalty like

Any time you get around they homeboys in life

And then they own you, time to pay, they be like, "oh, I forgot"

Then when my **** Trae caught 'em in the parking lot

Better know I keep a rocket, so I'm ballin' like I'm Harden

Open up the safe, I got it lookin' like gourd

Hustle like a motherfucker, fuck what **** charge

I came from bein' nothin', now I'm top-five startin'

[Verse 14]

Know the game need renovation

Fuck it, no penetration

Money my demonstration, foreigns in my destination

Come to me and mine, I'm a sinner with no hesitation

Pulled up on yo' block light it up like it's a celebration

Friends

We use that term loosely, too loosely

How ya all that shit?

All that shit

[Verse 15]

Everybody ain't your friend

Start none of that shit

We use that term loosely, too loosely

Uh, none of that shit

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 16]

Everybody ain't your friend

Built to last

Need mine bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

[Verse 17]

Everybody ain't your friend

Born to lose, built to last

Need mine bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Where that money at? Bitch, fuck all that

Everybody ain't your friend

Written by: Bobbie Simmons, Brandon Rossi, Brandon Rossi Linsey, Clifford Harris, Djuan Hart, Frazier Thompson, Jacquez Lowe, Rodriguez Smith, Shauntrell Pender, Widnick Prevalon

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