Listen to friends from the ends. (bonus) [feat. Naughty1, JKJMETASCO, Ékay & RICKY] (feat. Naughty1, JKJMETASCO, Ékay & RICKY) by Trapp XL

friends from the ends. (bonus) [feat. Naughty1, JKJMETASCO, Ékay & RICKY] (feat. Naughty1, JKJMETASCO, Ékay & RICKY)

Trapp XL

Hip-Hop/Rap

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Naughty1
Naughty1
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olakitan Elendu Ricketts
Olakitan Elendu Ricketts
Songwriter
Odein Soala Fubara
Odein Soala Fubara
Songwriter
Michael Oluwamemimo Ricketts
Michael Oluwamemimo Ricketts
Songwriter
Eanna Kiarie
Eanna Kiarie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trapp XL
Trapp XL
Producer
Synx
Synx
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

O boy don't let them ginger you o Cool your blood You no see say my padi dem dey here Eh, try me All of my homies they evil Yeh they creep out at night (Yeh) All of homies despicable Your chains getting took on sight (On sight) All of my homies they bad (Bad) Bad to the bone so sad (So sad) All of homies too tough (Rrrrr) Take all your stuff you mad (Yah) These are my friends (These are my friends) All of my friends (All of my friends) These are my friends (These are my friends) Yes my mans (Yes my mans) These are my friends (These are my friends) All of my friends (All of my friends) These are my friends (These are my friends) From the ends (Yeah) (From where) (YYAAA) These are my friends (Yeah, Woah) They just came in with some poles (Yeah) These are my friends (Yeah, What) Some niggas you do not know (Uh) Aim at your head (Yeah) Extended beam with a scope (The scope on it) Do it again (Yeah, what) They don't give no fuck no (Bah) Most of my niggas they evil (Yah, yah) Most of yo bitches is treeshas (Yah, yah) You come on my block and it's treason (Treason) Most of my niggas is eating (Eating) This is a new beginning (Yeah, Yeah) I feel like reason (Like what, yeah) Most of my niggas is eating All of yo niggas is scheming (Woah) (Yeah) Do it again and again and again and again (Yeah)(Woah) I don't even talk to you, you ain't got no bands (Woah) Niggas want shake my hand, nigga think we some friends (Uh, yeah) No we can't talk, you ain't talking bout hunnids and tens, no These are my friends All of my friends (All of my friends) These are my friends (These are my friends) Yes my mans (Yes my mans) These are my friends (These are my friends) All of my friends (All of my friends) These are my friends (These are my friends) From the ends (From where) (YYAAA) Dior my pants (Dior my what, Dior my who) I'm counting these bands (I'm counting these bands up now) We're going to France (Going to where) Bonjour, bonsoir (Boo, pow, uh, damn) It all depends (Look) New whip it's a spaceship (Skrr) Tell my momma yeah that I made it (Yeah) When I pull up they don't say shit Transatlantic but no slave ships (Nnneww, no way) I'm going all in I don't save chips (What) Hop out the whip, custom made kicks (Yeh, Burrr, uh) Hop out the whip with Jamaicans (Whip) All of us 'bout money making (Nah, nah, yeh) Never get tired we chasin' (Ahhh) (Never get tired we chasin' ayyy) (Uh, uh, ah) Phone call from bro and he said that he sitting in the cell yeah feeling all abandoned (Brrr) Next thing I know he saying "yo bro they're playing your song on my landing" I wanna take off I don't even know if I'm gonna have a landing And I said it once and I'll say it again about standing in and outstanding (Eannz) These are my friends (These are my friends) All of my friends (All of my friends) These are my friends (These are my friends) Yes my mans (Yes my mans) These are my friends (These are my friends) All of my friends (All of my friends) These are my friends (These are my friends) From the ends (From where) (YYAAA) PO PO, GRRR, POW That nigga went PO PO, GRRR, POW Yes it's I And I'm back with a vengeance Best friend needed 2 stacks so I lent it Main chick want a hunnid racks but I spent it Never sent it Bottom line I'm broke Not even a joke Feel like a dope, on the life of the pope I will pull out the scope (What) (Pull out the scope) Yeh pull out the scope (What you gon' do when you pull out the scope) (What) What I'm gon' do Round up my guys, yeh the slimiest crew Make mad noise sorta like dew, dew Get the cash I'm due true Hop in the coupe then flee, we flew (Pew) Get to the spot then my mind don scatta (Yeh) Divvy up bread, dough, batter Phone call from my mum bring a moment of shame But I don't give a fuck cos I'm with my... Friends All of my friends (All of my friends) These are my friends (These are my friends) Yes my mans (Yes my mans) These are my friends (These are my friends) All of my friends (All of my friends) These are my friends (These are my friends) From the ends (From where) (YYAAA) They're not bad people you know Ha, they're not good either I won't even front man But they're my boys, you know My gang My Friends YYAAA (Talk to me XL)
Writer(s): Odein Fubara Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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