Friends Turn Foes lyrics

[Intro: Enjoli]
Y'all n*ggas wanna play with us, we'll woop all you hoe ass n*ggas
c*ck sucking ass n*ggas, you wanna talk down
If you gon talk down, then grow in your mouth b*tch
One mo' till you go, me and my n*ggas riders
Screwed Up guerillas, wig splitters and cap peelers
And we gon let you hoe ass n*ggas, know about yourself
How you love that, b*tch

[Verse 1: Lil' O]
Hit the block masked up, hopped out of the Regal
In all black with the Mack, and bust like it's legal
n*ggas running jumping gates, suckers p*ssing they pants
(O let me talk), but I didn't give him a chance
See I'm raw playa, so I give him raw back words
And hit 'em with some sh*t, that'll make they ass hurt
See they ran up in my crib, cause they knew I had work
I swear I'll bury all them n*ggas, in my backyard
Underneath the swing set, so where my nephews play
They'll be stomping and kicking, all over they grave
See I trusted them n*ggas, cause they was my dogs
But I busted them n*ggas, coming out my house
Came home early, cause I got roll like a pound
In the casino in Lake Charles, shooting craps out of town
If I had been up in the crib, they woulda filled me with rounds
These 'spose to be my partnas, how the f*ck that sound
[Hook]
Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
That's why I don't f*ck, with these hoes ass n*ggas
See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga
Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
That's why I don't f*ck, with these hoes ass n*ggas
See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga

[Verse 2: E.S.G.]
If I don't hit him with the trigga, I'ma hit him with the the steel-toe
For real though, pass the calicoe to Lil' O
Now here I go, with this hater-hurter murder sh*t
Know what you did last summer, I come to serve you b*tch
I don't bar nan n*gga, and I don't bar your block
Heard you bumping your f*cking gums, at the barbershop
I won't unload my X, clear and let my ruger rip
And buck you, so this is what I do
Thinking bout the sh*t that we use to do, sipping on 4's and juices foo'
Hang around swang around, coming down banging Screw wit you
Cook ki's what-what, smoke weed what-what
You rat motherf*cking police, what-what
Y'all some lame n*ggas, f*cked up in the game n*ggas
We quick to aim n*ggas, at point blank range n*ggas
Ain't nothing changed n*ggas, we down to swang n*ggas
Let our nuts hang, like big ol' piece and chain n*ggas
[Hook]
Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
That's why I don't f*ck, with these hoes ass n*ggas
See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga
Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
That's why I don't f*ck, with these hoes ass n*ggas
See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga

[Verse 3: Al-D]
Boys plexing talking sh*t, cause I grip's they thick
Loc'd up and po'd up, while your gal on di*k
Having big thangs, and won't change for none
Too real for you to kill, with a platinum tongue
Screwed Up independent, forever recommended
Watch your ass talking sh*t, cause we be all up in it
Like the task at your do', knocking boys off feet
Touch the street with your teeth, nose toe off sleep
Get backer forty jacker, bad actor run up
f*ck around and lay it down, with a hole in your gut
Static nut, automatic round lead giver
Headache donator, hater fade him wig splitter
Al-D a real n*gga, E.S.G. a real killer
Lil' O ain't no hoe, f*ck with Screw we gon kill ya
And body bag them n*ggas, with your fake smiles and lies
If you so-called friend, you turn fake I ain't surprised
[Hook]
Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
That's why I don't f*ck, with these hoes ass n*ggas
See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga
Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
That's why I don't f*ck, with these hoes ass n*ggas
See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga

[Outro: Enjoli]
Ha-ha you hoe ass n*ggas, how you love that
4-4 to your dome, like I said befo' motherf*cker
n*ggas can't see us or be us, maan
Can't help but to feel the real, recognize
b*tch made ass n*ggas, c*ck sucking ass n*ggas
Feel us, we grind on all you mark ass n*ggas b*tch