Real Friends Don’t Exist Lil Skies

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
And I'm back (Yeah)
Wait, I didn't even go anywhere (Whoa)
They say it's that time again
[?]
Hey, ayy

[Chorus]
And I'm poppin' off the rip, real friends don't exist
I know you see me shinin', I ain't really hard to miss
Niggas takin' shots, we ain't even hear the diss
How he hatin' on me but he always on my dick?
Winter '16, you better buckle up, yeah
Out here gettin' money while you cuddled up, yeah
Claim you put in work, you haven't done enough, yeah
If gang ain't fuckin' with you then I'm runnin' up, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I make music, ain't no rap nigga
I be with some young niggas who sell pack, nigga
I'm smokin' gas, see this cash on my lap, nigga
And if I'm broke I'm makin' plays, I can't relax, nigga
Niggas out here cuffin' hoes I fucked last week
I got thots on top of thots, call 'em Ashley
And you know how I'm really rockin' so don't ask me
I get it quick to stack it up, I dough spend fastly