Friendly Fire On lyrics

[Chorus]
Tory went out to a poke
Ray Pizz, the n*gga we smoke
Dummy took one to the leg, and one to the back of the head, that n*gga a joke
Beefin' is not what you want, we not the n*ggas that you want to try to provoke
n*ggas been tellin' me chill but I'm tryna call-out a blitz like I was a coach
n*ggas been trollin' so I'ma go do it
Really tryna put them other n*ggas through it
They mentionin' deads so I'm tryna show 'em how fast I could get up and get to it
That n*gga really not like that, I knew it
Bama' n*ggas we not into it
No way to get low if i hop out the Buick
.40 started kickin' as soon as I threw it
Said it before, I'ma say it again
Not one of my mines if you ain't never bend
I should've sworn these n*ggas had beef
RayShawn died, everybody friends
Now all these n*ggas is making amends
They gotta team-up before they go spin
Free Scottie, that's really my kin
Homie hit the back of his head for the win

[Verse]
These n*ggas gettin' me mad
Why n*ggas sayin' my name?
He ain't get to see us, we hit 'em from deep
Brodie got limitless range
Ray Makk a dummy, he died with his gun
Homie went out wit' a bang
n*ggas be goin' out bad, friendly-fire on
Bro need to work on his aim
How could you ever go out by your mans?
Plot-twist, what if that was the whole plan?
They left his body twitchin' on the floor
And let the civilians put it on cam
I cannot wait 'til I see lil' Cam
We gon' leave that little n*gga where he stand
.40 be kickin' like it was from Japan
Leg shot, please do not come to our land
[Chorus]
Tory went out to a poke
Ray Pizz, the n*gga we smoke
Dummy took one to the leg, and one to the back of the head, that n*gga a joke
Beefin' is not what you want, we not the n*ggas that you want to try to provoke
n*ggas been tellin' me chill but I'm tryna call-out a blitz like I was a coach
n*ggas been trollin' so I'ma go do it
Really tryna put them other n*ggas through it
They mentionin' deads so I'm tryna show 'em how fast I could get up and get to it
That n*gga really not like that, I knew it
Bama' n*ggas we not into it
No way to get low if i hop out the Buick
.40 started kickin' as soon as I threw it
Said it before, I'ma say it again
Not one of my mines if you ain't never bend
I should've sworn these n*ggas had beef
RayShawn died, everybody friends
Now all these n*ggas is making amends
They gotta team-up before they go spin
Free Scottie, that's really my kin
Homie hit the back of his head for the win