No Friends - Est Gee, Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg

Still thuggin', I ain’t let it change me

Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous

Beach told me I’m the greatest way before I signed a major

I wonder how my life would be, I ain’t take that Jamaican

You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker

Buy yeekies and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking

So rich, it might not feel good when we fuck, but she still fake it

So stiff, I’m gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious

My only true love for my sons, any extra, they get

Our bond, they couldn’t break it, it faded, still sing your praises

You the one knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin'

But give a fuck less, nigga, look at my success

You know you a bitch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough shit

Slid behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, «Dump, spit»

We don’t duck for cover, keep on busting 'til that gun click

Know you miss your brother, I’m tryna help you get to where he went

Just that type of day, they got me feeling like old Gotti

Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain’t fuckin' with no more exotic

Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco?

Maybe I ain’t grow up, 'cause my problems, I can’t let go

Yeah, old shit still bother me, my past still hauntin' me

Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me

Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred

Niggas talkin' all this trap shit when I really done it

Niggas pump-fakin' this smoke shit when they don’t want it

'Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it

My niggas move off of numbers like every twenty a hundred

I throw it deep, doggy gone, I’m ridin' right or you wrong

Put the gun down for what?

Who the fuck gon' slide for us?

Neff and Rob ain’t die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more

Who ain’t up?

Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched

Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys

I just made five hundred, bitch, we them boys

One through six, another five comin' through, I’m yours

Lil' niggas lookin' up to the dope man

Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams

Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan

Yeah, nigga, I been this turnt since '010

Ask a nigga why, why he never wrote twin

Niggas dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged

Water dried up and I’m glad Moski brought the coke in

Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends

Every load I got for us, nigga, I always broke bread

Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don’t need no fan

Youngin out the east can’t spell his name, but he can dope fan

Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin'

Search for opps on every block, niggas ain’t drop no pin

Young shiner, red zone dada, I don’t need no friends

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

You already know what’s up with me, man, it’s EST Gee

5500, the big general, man

BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life

Red zone 'til my head gone

Pussy