FRIENDS YungManny (Ft. Sheff G)

[Intro: YungManny]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Ayy, Terk), yeah (Sparkheem)

[Verse 1: YungManny]
McDonald's, get hit with this twenty-piece, nigga
Can't find the body, it's twenty feet, nigga
One man move, Glock 23, nigga
How many bullets? Like 23, nigga
I'm in his crib, this ain't MTV, nigga
Ran up a sack off of MP3's, nigga
I'm droppin' bags on my enemies, nigga
You might just get killed if you friends with these niggas
Friends with these niggas
Men with these niggas
Been with these niggas
We don't let rats in the trap, homie
Rely on my Glock 19, that's my backbone
Niggas be hot usin' Apple for trap phones
Suggest you don't hop in thе streets, you won't last long
Electricity bills gettin' paid by my rap songs
And my shooter a dykе, damn sure got that strap on her
If she throw it back, damn sure got my flash on
Niggas wasn't outside before the 'Rona
Shot a nigga last year and he still in a coma
Put some cameras around 'cause them niggas be cobras
I know a body just by the aroma
When I turn fifty I'ma be a pimp
Shit down bad so niggas gettin' skimped
It ain't no talkin', bussin' off the rip
Exotic on deck, $350 for the zip