It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that
You predented that i was the only friend you had
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
I think it was a story about my best friend
I just want a best friend
Niggas in the street scared
I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun
I once had this friend, his name was logan.
Beach on the weekend
I thought you were a friend
Before i knock your ass right out boy
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before
Sadistic boy be realistic i hope these lyrics get under your
I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him
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