No Friends Songtext
von EST Gee feat. Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg

Forever rolling

Still thuggin′, I ain't let it change me
Realizin′ rappers cool with bein' broke long as they famous
Meech 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 Yeekis and buy Sliders, help my youngins up they rankin′
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 worryin' ′bout me on that tough shit
Slick behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, "Dump, spit"
We don't duck for cover, keep on bussin' ′til that gun click
Know you miss your brother, I′m tryna help you get to where he went


This the type of day they got me feelin' like the old Gotti
Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain′t fuckin' with no more exotic
Shootouts out the ′Rari, what C. E. O.? 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 huntin′ me
Still havin′ dreams 'bout the plug come and front me
Still havin′ schemes 'bout runnin′ off with a hunter
Niggas talkin' all this trap shit, when I really done it

Niggas pump-fake and they smoke shit when they don′t want it
'Cause once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it
My niggas move off of numbers like eight, twenty, a hunnid
I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin′ right or he wrong

Put the gun up 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
Chopped somethin', then bend a corner, free them boys

I just made five hunnid, 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?


Uh, nigga dissed me, done been shot at, done been toe-tagged
Water dried up, and I′m glad Moski bought 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 throw fan
Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin′
Search for opps on every block, niggas ain't drop no pen
Young shiner, red zone dotter, I don't need no friends
Fuck you talkin′ ′bout

You already know what's up, man, it′s EST Gee
5500 the big general, man, ayy, BMF and EST, Young Shiners for life
Bands up 'til my head gone, pussy