[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 [Hook: 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 k** that f**ing n***a like my enemy I'm tired of this n***a being in front of me All these dinners k**ing me, my energy (Gang) Catch a f** n***a show him what he meant to me (Bang Bang) And I cop this MAC, it go right back You told those dudes dude sound like a high hat I'm towing on this chopper, it go grat grat Same puss I beg for then I pay for my head Send me up, baby girl, don't try that I got my fellow me and every mob 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 They with you when you're rich but when it all ends Bet that sh** be all over with [Hook] [Verse 2: Twista] I still want none, get on a track and I go dumb Keep talking sh**, you see them BDs come And the Lords come and them folks come And they be coming with some sh**, better click at it, clack Clip after clip after Mac and some sh** 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 n***a 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 n***a that you seen, he ain't none of me Pull up in that Benz with no key, sit on 4 G's k**ers all behind me, send this b**h up, G [Hook]