Dead Friends lyrics

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[Intro]
You lil' n*ggas, man (You lil' n*ggas is little)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'?
Take your ho and some more sh*t, you dig?
Pour a four, sh*t
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Chorus]
You little n*ggas (Little n*ggas)
My check bigger (Check bigger)
Can't flex, n*gga (Flex)
Can't bet witcha (Huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (Boss)
Top dropped off (Skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (For what?)
All them dead friends (Dead)
You a middleman (What?)
You a little man (Little, huh)
Your money gettin' shorter (Shorter)
My b*tch from 'cross the water (b*tch)
Teach you how to count it (Yeah)
All about it, better boss up (Rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side)
I could never lie
I don't care if you cry
Let them pus*y n*ggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (Skrrt)
Ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (Huh)
All my n*ggas savage (What?)
You n*ggas'll change for fame (Fame)
It's a sad game (Sad game)
This the fast lane (Skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel)
I could bury the bundle
It's the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin', yeah? (What you been sayin', yeah?)
Ooh, it's the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah, them chopsticks, no lil' sh*t (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, n*gga (deal, n*gga)
I'm a boss, my whole team countin' still, n*gga (rich)
[Chorus]
You little n*ggas (Little n*ggas)
My check bigger (Check bigger)
Can't flex, n*gga (Flex)
Can't bet witcha (Huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (Boss)
Top dropped off (Skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (For what?)
All them dead friends (Dead)
You a middleman (What?)
You a little man (Little, huh)
Your money gettin' shorter (Shorter)
My b*tch from 'cross the water (b*tch)
Teach you how to count it (Yeah)
All about it, better boss up (Rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin' proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain't playin' fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin' the trap but you not there
On the bullsh*t (bullsh*t), that pullin' up quick (quick)
Like a forest, so many sticks (sticks), that's that tragic sh*t (tragic sh*t)
I got the baddest b*tch (baddest), yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin' in Chanel, that's a bar, yeah (that's a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got), too many problems, too much paper, right (rich)
[Chorus]
You little n*ggas (Little n*ggas)
My check bigger (Check bigger)
Can't flex, n*gga (Flex)
Can't bet witcha (Huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (Boss)
Top dropped off (Skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (For what?)
All them dead friends (Dead)
You a middleman (What?)
You a little man (Little, huh)
Your money gettin' shorter (Shorter)
My b*tch from 'cross the water (b*tch)
Teach you how to count it (Yeah)
All about it, better boss up (Rich)
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