E.S.G. - Friends Turn Foes lyrics

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E.S.G. - Friends Turn Foes lyrics

(*Enjoli talking*) Y'all n***as wanna play with us, we'll woop all you hoe a** n***as co*k s**ing a** n***as, you wanna talk down If you gon talk down, then grow in your mouth b**h One mo' till you go, me and my n***as riders Screwed Up guerillas, wig splitters and cap peelers And we gon let you hoe a** n***as, know about yourself How you love that, b**h [Lil' O] Hit the block masked up, hopped out of the Regal In all black with the Mack, and bust like it's legal n***as running jumping gates, s**ers pissing they pants (O let me talk), but I didn't give him a chance See I'm raw playa, so I give him raw back words And hit 'em with some sh**, that'll make they a** hurt See they ran up in my crib, cause they knew I had work I swear I'll bury all them n***as, in my backyard Underneath the swing set, so where my nephews play They'll be stomping and kicking, all over they grave See I trusted them n***as, cause they was my dogs But I busted them n***as, coming out my house Came home early, cause I got roll like a pound In the casino in Lake Charles, shooting craps out of town If I had been up in the crib, they woulda filled me with rounds These 'spose to be my partnas, how the f** that sound [Hook - 2x] Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas That's why I don't f**, with these hoes a** n***as See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga [E.S.G.] If I don't hit him with the trigga, I'ma hit him with the the steel-toe For real though, pa** the calicoe to Lil' O Now here I go, with this hater-hurter murder sh** Know what you did last summer, I come to serve you b**h I don't bar nan n***a, and I don't bar your block Heard you bumping your f**ing gums, at the barbershop I won't unload my X, clear and let my ruger rip And buck you, so this is what I do Thinking bout the sh** that we use to do, sipping on 4's and juices foo' Hang around swang around, coming down banging Screw wit you Cook ki's what-what, smoke weed what-what You rat motherf**ing police, what-what Y'all some lame n***as, f**ed up in the game n***as We quick to aim n***as, at point blank range n***as Ain't nothing changed n***as, we down to swang n***as Let our nuts hang, like big ol' piece and chain n***as [Hook - 2x] [Al-D] Boys plexing talking sh**, cause I grip's they thick Loc'd up and po'd up, while your gal on dick Having big thangs, and won't change for none Too real for you to k**, with a platinum tongue Screwed Up independent, forever recommended Watch your a** talking sh**, cause we be all up in it Like the task at your do', knocking boys off feet Touch the street with your teeth, nose toe off sleep Get backer forty jacker, bad actor run up f** around and lay it down, with a hole in your gut Static nut, automatic round lead giver Headache donator, hater fade him wig splitter Al-D a real n***a, E.S.G. a real k**er Lil' O ain't no hoe, f** with Screw we gon k** ya And body bag them n***as, with your fake smiles and lies If you so-called friend, you turn fake I ain't surprised [Hook - 2x] (*Enjoli talking*) Ha-ha you hoe a** n***as, how you love that 4-4 to your dome, like I said befo' motherf**er n***as can't see us or be us, maan Can't help but to feel the real, recognize b**h made a** n***as, co*k s**ing a** n***as Feel us, we grind on all you mark a** n***as b**h

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