Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Friends, artist - Est GeeDate of issue: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Friends |
| 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 |