Twista — No Friend Of Me

[Intro] Southern smoke Aye yo DJ Smoke Are you ready to break the next one? DJ Smoke may be found in critical condition after playing this Exclusive [Chorus: Stunt Taylor] If he broke he ain't no friend of me Wearing fake designer, he ain't no friend of me Money long and still stretching like a centipede Extended clips and prayers for all my enemies [Verse 1: Chief Keef] He ain't no friend of me, kill that fuckin' nigga like my enemy I'm tired of these fuck niggas being frienemies Only thing that's killing me, my energy (Gang) Catch a fuck nigga show him what he meant to me (Bang Bang) And I got this MAC, it go ratat You tote a deuce deuce sound like a high hat I'm toting on this chopper, it go grat grat Same puss I pay for then I pay for my head Set me up, baby girl, don't try that I got my friend with me and that be my gat Too much Tooka pack, where my life at? Roll this calm out this chopper, where the knife at? They say when you're rich, you can't have broke friends I guess I just noticed that Niggas with you when you're rich but when it all ends Bet that shit be all over with [Chorus: Stunt Taylor] If he broke he ain't no friend of me Wearing fake designer, he ain't no friend of me Money long and still stretching like a centipede Extended clips and prayers for all my enemies [Verse 2: Twista] I still want none, get on a track and I go dumb Keep talking shit, you see them BDs come And the Lords come and them folks come And they be coming with some shit, better click at it, clack Clip after clip after Mac and some shit that'll rip out your back Hollow heavy hitter, bullets'll slip out the crack My haters get ghost, what, chewing all that money You were saying to me you ain't got a prop or job You're a shame to me, half nigga always in the club You were thot to me, can't pay for VIP, parking, you broke to me Used to got no money, you mistaking me For that other nigga that you seen, he ain't none of me Pull up in that Benz with no key, sit on forgis Killers all behind me, send this bitch up, G [Chorus: Stunt Taylor] If he broke he ain't no friend of me Wearing fake designer, he ain't no friend of me Money long and still stretching like a centipede Extended clips and prayers for all my enemies