Glock in My Benz Smokepurpp

[Intro]
(You dig? You dig?)
(8)
Oh, oh
Oh (You dig?)
Oh (You dig?)
Oh (Oh)
No such thing as friends

[Chorus]
I don't want no friends, don't want no friends (You dig?)
Rather buy a Benz, don't want no friends (Yeah)
In my pocket, dead presidents (You dig?)
I don't want no friends, don't want no friends (Don't want no friends)
Glock inside my Benz (Benz), no such thing as friends (Friends)
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends (No such thing as)
Glock inside my Benz (You dig?), no such thing as friends (You dig?)

[Verse 1]
Hit that bitch in a Lamb'
Taxing motherfuckers, Uncle Sam (Woo, you dig?)
And I'm off the Xan', don't give a damn (Woo, dig)
When I'm in LA, they pull out cams
G-G-Glock in my closet
Showed that bitch that Bar' and now she dripping like a faucet (Ouu)
Before I kick in the door, bitch, you know a nigga knocking
Auto-Tune status, bitch, you know that my shit knocking (You dig?)
If you stealing swag, I ain't gon' stop it (You dig?)
Ouu, see 'em in the streets and I might drop 'em (You dig?)
Keep that fuck nigga, keep away
You can see it in my 'fit, I'm gettin' paid
See me, you can't see me (You can't see)
I feel like John Cena on this CD (C)
"Lil Purpp — Bless Your Trap," that's what the streets need (Streets)
Don't owe a nigga shit 'cause you don't feed me (Woo)