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Friends Til the End
Gucci Mane
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Friends 'till the end
Down and out, broke as fuck, every time I'm showin' up
Friends 'till the end
Your lil' girl need shootin' money, your baby mama got two from me
Friends 'till the end
I looked out when I came up, your lawyer need a retainer
Friends 'till the end
We choked out the last guy, that witness couldn't testify
My lil' homie want rap money, put him on with his first lick
Linked him up with that clientele, hooked him up with that first trip
Out of town where that cash good, movin' up on that retail
Everything 'bout profit homie, just like that weed sale
Bad bitches wanna come through, young niggas wanna hang out
Fuck boys wanna cash in, you bust Glock, them brains out
Real G's don't talk shit, everything 'bout money moves
They callin' me a jackin' trade 'cause I be wearin' so many shoes
This how you gotta move, gettin' to them green lights
Double back to my trap house like a triple beam on cream night
Line 'em up and get straight to it, whole bundle, ran through it
Every play got a plan to it, I can't do it, then my mans do it
Friends 'till the end
Down and out, broke as fuck, every time I'm showin' up
Friends 'till the end
Your lil' girl need shootin' money, your baby mama got two from me
Friends 'till the end
I looked out when I came up, your lawyer need a retainer
Friends 'till the end
We choked out the last guy, that witness couldn't testify
Now real niggas don't keep score, lookin' out for your people
Fuck shit ain't equal, drive-bys be the sequel
Cali niggas ain't peaceful, no tail tuckin', we goin' in
Shoot in front of your mama house, watch how this drum spin
Dracos, no ankles, just head shots, erase those
Do it all for no pesos, back 'em up like Mako
Didn't know it was your brother, whole team gon' smother
From Zone 1 to Zone 6, fake niggas just don't fit
Got a call for major grams, real A nigga with a major plan
Lookin' out for my bros, open up them doors
I'm still doin' it for Lil' Chris, ridin' down for my nigga Nut
Soft packs, we blow 'em up 'cause countin' money ain't new to us
Friends 'till the end
Down and out, broke as fuck, every time I'm showin' up
Friends 'till the end
Your lil' girl need shootin' money, your baby mama got two from me
Friends 'till the end
I looked out when I came up, your lawyer need a retainer
Friends 'till the end
We choked out the last guy, that witness couldn't testify
My big homie put me in for a quota, checks from Iola
Kept it loyal, every word bein' spoken, never disclose it
Shit is kosher and the shit that I'm smokin' be extra potent
On parole, random urinalysis, I'm up the road
Goin' strong after my BGs, bought a whip for my DG
When Thug had to go lay it down, I made sure that his kids eat
Refrigerator and cabinets, home cooked meal, no sandwich
But still people point fingers at me 'cause my pants be saggin'
Snitched on one of my friends just to get a lil' time cut
Ten seconds, he touch down, bet you he get touched up
Movin' real player above the rim, how real niggas don't fall out
Fuss with ya, I fuck with ya, out the mud, we ball out
Friends 'till the end
Down and out, broke as fuck, every time I'm showin' up
Friends 'till the end
Your lil' girl need shootin' money, your baby mama got two from me
Friends 'till the end
I looked out when I came up, your lawyer need a retainer
Friends 'till the end
We choked out the last guy, that witness couldn't testify