Dead Friends Lyrics by Rich The Kid
[Intro]
Lil’ n—-s mad, lil’ n—-s be little
Big bosses big, big boss CEO s–t
You know what I’m saying? Good s–t, you dig?
Good s–t
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Hook/Chorus]
You little n—-s “little n—-s”, my check bigger “check bigger”
Can’t flex, n—a “flex”, can’t bet witcha “huh”
Teach you how to be a boss “boss”, top dropped off “skrrt”
M——–k the fame, I done came to the vault “what”
All them dead friends “dead”, you a middle man “what”
You a little man “little, huh”
Your money getting shorter “shorter”, my b—h from ‘cross the water “b—h”
Teach you how to count it “yeah”, all about it, better boss up “rich”
[Verse 1]
Shove my pride to the side “side”, I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them p—y n—-s die
Ayy, Bentley matte black “skrrt”, ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status “huh”, all my n—-s savage “what”
You n—-s’ll change for fame “fame”, it’s a sad game “sad game”
This the fast lane “skrrt”
Dug up money with the shovel “shovel”, I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah, what you been saying, yeah? “What you been saying, yeah?”
Ooh, it’s the game, yeah “gang”, yeah them chopsticks no lil’ s–t “grra”
You could get your wig split “your wig split”
Couple mil on that deal, n—a “deal, n—a”
I’m a boss, my whole team counting still, n—a “rich”
[Hook/Chorus]
You little n—-s “little n—-s”, my check bigger “check bigger”
Can’t flex, n—a “flex”, can’t bet witcha “huh”
Teach you how to be a boss “boss”, top dropped off “skrrt”
M——–k the fame, I done came to the vault “what”
All them dead friends “dead”, you a middle man “what”
You a little man “little, huh”
Your money getting shorter “shorter”, my b—h from ‘cross the water “b—h”
Teach you how to count it “yeah”, all about it, better boss up “rich”
[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama “drama”
Better be moving proper “what”
Better use a yoppa “grra”
We ain’t playing fair, you a teddy bear “teddy bear”
My wrist too cold with Moncler, talking the trap but you not there
On the b——t “b——t”, that pulling up quick “quick”, like a foreign so many sticks “sticks”
That’s that tragic s–t “tragic s–t”
I got the baddest b—h “baddest b—h”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah “quarter milli”
Dripping in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah “that’s a bar”
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah “be a star”
I got too much ice “ice”
I got
Too many broads, too much paper, right “rich”
[Hook/Chorus]
You little n—-s “little n—-s”, my check bigger “check bigger”
Can’t flex, n—a “flex”, can’t bet witcha “huh”
Teach you how to be a boss “boss”, top dropped off “skrrt”
M——–k the fame, I done came to the vault “what”
All them dead friends “dead”, you a middle man “what”
You a little man “little, huh”
Your money getting shorter “shorter”, my b—h from ‘cross the water “b—h”
Teach you how to count it “yeah”, all about it, better boss up “rich”
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