fake friends

pull up hit him wit the crome

i dont want to hear no leave leave me lone

told i was ridin out i see him then i buss his dome

we gone hop out the whip

this death he got to take it

told you that we got this glock

i aint the one to mess wit

dont let him play he gone hit you out the west end

i dont know if i heard him over talkin

but i heard he was gone stretch some shii

mom crying tears on my arm

mom got to keep goin

the time keep goin

and you know that pain keep on flowin

nigga got them stones in his rolly

buss em up tryina creep up on me

she ridin it i guess she stole it

nigga lets say its time to glowin

heard he did it all for the showin

yeah this is short i did this for the haters

and only fake friends tryina call you for them favors