Lyrics: Little Friend

[Intro]
OKAY!
Fuck it, I don't care.
The Appeal!
When I fucking came to this fucking country,
All I had was a dollar and a dream.

[Verse 1:]
We need more Rosé, My bitches gettin' thristy,
My words like New Years, Christmas came early, (BuRR!)
Got these bitches urling, my earring's perfect,
My left pinkey finger rolling like George Gervin,
My name ain't Ervin, but call me Magic.
Abra Cadabra, top off the Phathom,
458 Italia, first in the states, out of town plates, just to make it look great.
I need a haircut, plus a carwash.
I get out the car and they take their bra's off.
See I fought the law and the fuckin law won,
Came back on Appeal wanna new outcome,
Overload your eardrumbs, hear it hear it come!
Income Income, go and get you sum.
Say bye to the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy, Gucci Mane the bad guy.
Yes, I am the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy.

[Chorus:]
I came to this country with a dollar and a dream and a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean?
Imma bad guy, bad guy from start til the end
Say hello to my little friend
I couldve been a doctor, shouldve been a lawyer
I go to court so much I couldve been my own employer
Imma die a dope boy, always been a hustla,
Started off custom now I (Say hello to my little friend)

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[Verse 3:]
I got 60 racks laying on the floor in magic city
Like Samuel L Jackson I think it's time for killing
I touched his wife titty and the nigga start tripping
That ain't proper etiquette you see the bitch stripping

AR-15 whipped his ass into pieces
Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces
And all about the bracelets
I'm still fighting cases
10 thousand for the glasses
Diamonds in they faces (BuRR, BuRR)

Your own blood taste it
We stomp you till you tasteless
My t-shirt ain't tailored...

You read what is said - bitch
Brick squad bossman off with you head - bitch
Run for the exit

They shooting inside here
Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here
Police best bet come with the riot gear
Soldiers down to die here

Move to America
Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up

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