No Friends by Wayyo Lyrics

Brizzo said no friends

Stick to the end

Take yur bitch right to the fam

I'm dickin that bitch then i hop in the bens

She texting me later like manny the mans

But i’m not her mans

She is a one nighter and i'm a fan

I pulled up to fighter and threw up my hands

Yo pass me the lighter i'm smoking her mans

Bitch you thought we had plans

I’m on the corner with my dickinson pants
I'm juggin paper trynna stack out my pants

You lookin now you wanna tase of my mans

Holdup you is just a fan

You putting it on me like i am your mans

You thinkin i'm really gon give you a chance

We fucking then after i hope in the bens


Holdup bitch you funny

It's bouta get ugly

You tried to play me like a dummy

Now ya nose looking runny

You know you don't want me

You just want me for the money

Holdup girl you a dummy
This shit is not funny

Choppa hit you in the tummy

Call that other nigga honey

Stupid lil dummy

Ain't never taking shit from me


Ain't pressed for no bitch and i'm still gonna get it

I’m ballin like kobe you know that i’m winnin

They told me the hard times is in the beginning

So i cannot fold now i'm not gon be tripping

I’m smoking all day i be dazing a lot

I'm playing 2k i just dunked on a bot

Ya bitch hit my phone and i do not respond

She want me to come over play with her box
But lately you know i be praying a lot

Ion fuck with that bitch ion fuck with no thot

I see yur true colors you hanging with opps

You switching ya sides and ya bro tried to plot

Y'all all on sum nut shit for calling the cops

We pull up n stop we making it hot

Ya niggas be duckin cus 12 on they block

Fuck your advisory south west on top


I'm from the hood with the demons

Nigga you sceamin

Choppa hit you in ya spleen and

Smoked a 8th now i’m leaning

I think i'm dreaming

I'm hanging with the philly demons

I pour a four for my team and

Never gon leave them

A nigga play we gon see and

I be having lucid dreams and

Bri he the reason

She fucked and left me like a season

But fuck that hoe she a eater

Never gon treat her

Never see er or believe her

Sit her down like a seater

Then i mistreat her

I wish i never even meet her

But her mans wanna feature

I grab the beamer

Block dark like a theater

The bitch calling me weirder

I really do seeder

The hate is filling up my meter


Bitxh you thought i was done

You not the one

Ima fuck you just for fun

Do the dash then i run

Look what you done

Earl sweatshirt with the chum

Riding round with the gat

I shoot at yo neck

You not getting into that

Fuck the hoe from the back

Then give her back

I don't really want that

But her ass is fat

I up the tec

Scoliosis broke her back

Hit her with that fat

Protron on my neck

All my niggas coming next

Sippin lean make me dizzy

I feel like i'm 50

Now i rocking that Givenchy

Are you with me or against me

You know i'm shifty

Now she feigning for a flicky

Shawty she wanna licky

Lick on the dicky

Now she trynna get tipsy

Im trynna gett litty

And pipe up city

And we callin it philly

Dream chasers meek milly

Rest in peace quilly

We hold it down like trizzy

My drink getting lil fizzy

My niggas with me

You a bitch so don't diss me