Juelz Santana - Friendly

★ verse 1: juelz santana ★
Stay down 'til i came up
Never changed up, never changed up
Mama made us, streets paid us
Billy boy still throwing gang up
(lambroghini doors make you think about suicide)
Opps play tough and got flamed up
Then getting money, still on the same stuff
It ain't my birthday but i'm caked up

★ verse 2: a boogie wit da hoodie ★
Lambroghini doors make you think about suicide
Hit a lick with me, you better do or die
Tell her what it is even if it's true or not
And even when her sun don't shine, i'm still icy
And from my sweat to louie vs, it was nike
You know this already, sorry if i was heavy
Flight to bahamas, forty thousand to get on the jetty
Look at my watch, look at the timе already, hop into the bentlеy
Kick it with me, it could get messy, ballin' like jimmy
I said kick it with me, it could get messy, ballin' like jimmy
Air man's 'bout to hold up the grippy and mary stretchy
All she want is sipping from me, she don't wanna get me
Wasn't always rich, i remember my stomach empty
Sleeping in my ball main jeans, i woke up, they was ❲?❳
Don't gotta say it, jack, i'm the king of my city
And you can ask my nigga fifty how—

★ chorus: a boogie wit da hoodie ★
Many men, huh, many men saw many niggas wanna catch me like him
Please-please, i don't want this fn to squeeze
But if he sneeze, somebody gon' bless him
Oh, many men wish death 'pon me
She hit my other partner, i got rips on jeans
I spent six hundred thousand on a watch and two chains
Many-many-many, i'm sick of being friends

★ verse 3: juelz santana ★
This for my niggas and them feds in the state yards
Still steppin' for my killas in the graveyards
I can't feel, put this burner where your face at
Erase that, test me, i'ma ace that, stay strapped
Try to count me out just to pay back
Leg hanging out the maybach, i know they hate that
Mob shit, don't play with my steppas, you know they stomp shit
Explosive, r.i.p. cain, we steady bombing
I pop shit back for what they owe me and it's my shit
Hot shit, you cannot control me, i'm a mosh pit
Got this, they try to lock me out but i'm a locksmith
Fly shit, no cop shit, play with me, we swap shit
Remind me, who want smoke? tell 'em try me
I be getting that cheddar but i don't mind beef
Play with that chicken, we make nuggets, give him a nine-piece
Oh, that's your bitch? well, she watching me like a timepiece
Motion, we in motion, picture me rolling
Loaded, locked and loaded, i'm always holding
Open, she bust it open so i dove in
Toast in, we always toast in to some more wins

★ chorus: a boogie wit da hoodie ★
Many men, huh, many men saw many niggas wanna catch me like him
Please-please, i don't want this fn to squeeze
But if he sneeze, somebody gon' bless him
Oh, many men wish death 'pon me
She hit my other partner, i got rips on jeans
I spent six hundred thousand on a watch and two chains
Many-many-many, i'm sick of being friends