Dead Friends

Yeah, I walk in the bando draped in Gucci

I got dead friend like an uzi

Ice cold like a fucking smoothie

I ain't messin' 'round with you fucking losers

I ain't goin', ****, you gon' have to shoot me

Boy, we way, way up

I'm gettin' money, I ain't layin' up

I got a dribble, I just let 'em near

I got lil' mama pushin', cryin' tears

This shit so loud it's kinda hard to hear

Only the strongest survivin' over here

I walk in the grow-house in Louboutins

I never lose again, can't hang with the hooligans

Yeah, I stepped in the bando drapes in Gucci

Got dead friends like an uzi, ice cold like a smoothie

I walk down the field full of marijuana, Draco, Dolce & Gabbana

Just sent a hunnid peas to an addict, provided by my baby mama

You know we all about the might dollar

Yesterday I had to murk a robber

I hit the gas and seen a flying saucer

Diamonds, they dance, and watch 'em do the salsa

I'm no in Tampa like a Buccaneer

VVS electricity in my ear

Bitch, it's so loud it's kinda hard to hear

You gotta talk a lil' louder

Chopper tune a **** to clam chowder

She got good head, she got brain power

100K, that's a lot of dead friends

Kickin' shit with me

She said she wet, she get with me

I'm too far ahead, you can't skate with me

Got the Rollie dancin' like a bitch twerkin'

Got a hit single, and I'm still servin'

Still slidin', I'm still swipin'

White diamonds call 'em white lighting

She said, **** tellin' me, she just wanna fuck me

Started gettin' money, now they actin' funny

Now I gotta call a **** sour like a bag of???, ya'll

I walk in the bando draped in Gucci

I got dead friend like an uzi

Ice cold like a fucking smoothie

I ain't messin' 'round with you fucking losers

I ain't goin', ****, you gon' have to shoot me

Boy, we way, way up

I'm gettin' money, I ain't layin' up

I got a dribble, I just let 'em near

I got lil'  mama pushin', cryin' tears

This shit so loud it's kinda hard to hear

Only the strongest survivin' over here

I walk in the grow-house in Louboutins

I never lose again, can't hang with the hooligans

Yeah, I stepped in the bando drapes in Gucci

Got dead friends like an uzi, ice cold like a smoothie

Yeah, I walk in the bando draped in Gucci

I got dead friend like an uzi

Like an uzi