B-Sinister - Ain't Your Friend lyrics

{Verse 1} Aye wa**up lil' homie, you tryna' smoke a blunt? Yo, homies till we die look at you you lil' runt You making my paper chea'? Well how much? Cuz' if I don't get by 5 yo your a** is lunch And don't get it twisted homie, I got your back But the dudes around the block though you know they got the mack They selling weed, meth, pills and they got the crack Don't go around there or they'll jack your whole stack You know what though, if you ain't got that money you could go take care of them and I don't gotta get ugly Man I've always liked you I bet you'll get it done I don't care what the set say man you the one I got all the tools you need, you need a bat? Wanna' get bloody bruh you know I got the gat But if you get dimed on that's not my fault Remember snitches get stitches, at just one fault {Hook x2} They say they got your back, right up till' the end Until you get caught then man they ain't your friend! Chasing your dreams they call you a sell out! Or get your own work the streets say you fell out! {Verse 2} What's crackin cuh'? You ready fo' tonight? We rollin' 4 deep all black in the night They don't know we coming. So it's gotta work Unless they see us coming when we cruisin' in they turf Got the Glocks loaded, shells in the shotty Once we in there we'll catch about 5 bodies Look to my left, my right, no cops in sight Kick the door open now we lighting up the night But I caught a bullet, and now I'm down Hear the one time coming right around I'm bleedin' out all I see is the lil' one catch it too I know Ima die, but he gon' get put in the zoo I'm losin' consciousness I wanna put a bullet in his head Just in case I live he can't snitch if he dead Did I make a mistake? Guess I'll have to wait But if he makes it his brain gon' be right on the plate {Hook x2} They say they got your back, right up till' the end Until you get caught then man they ain't your friend! Chasing your dreams they call you a sell out! Or get your own work the streets say you fell out! {Verse 3} They call me the lil' one, I was always down In the game for so long but I don't even got half the crown Everyone I've ever known has just turn their back And then they were the ones to say that snitches were wack See I got away that night and everything was fine Thought my homie died but nah, no time to whine But what I really think is he wanted me out Cuz' he lived and snitched on me for that bail out He said we should rob them folks and get it done Always rushing for money like he on a bank run Always stressin' being down for life! But he wouldn't let himself take the time but just go and take my life! Cuz' now I'm locked up. 25 to life Better hope God ain't real cuz' Ima see him in the afterlife Huh, and they say they got your back, fu*k THAT! Every punk in the streets is a rat! {Hook x2} They say they got your back, right up till' the end Until you get caught then man they ain't your friend! Chasing your dreams they call you a sell out! Or get your own work the streets say you fell out!