I got a story to tell, 'bout when I ginormously say no names though, 'cause it ain't no game, bro And it ain't no angle makin' no tickets for me to sell It's about two buddies in the middle of due A lady on the puttin' out to One of the buddies, she told him let his mouth spew Don't let your boy what's happening 'Cause we were together, shacking in what you call get [?] back at friends Shoulda told him I was in
I was She was 40-somethin', say she wanna me some So I puttin' Tecca Nina in the lungs Of the photographer that my homie, he brung But it was a catch, she didn't a nigga to rap 'Cause her and my homie together, he'd give her the scratch After every but he'd have a bitter attack If he knew his colleague would shoot me deliver the snatch So I kept her like a dummy, keepin' it professional I tell my homie but I was full of regret, you know? Ridin' out with my homie, out my mouth, no decibels 'Bout when she flickin' me, we'd bang out on the sectional I used to throw him sayin' I wanna smash her" Then he look at me like I was doin' it with laughter said She would never do it, I don't know you after Out of your league, man you young, and plus you a rapper
Bros become yeah (bros become foes) Lord knows the was fly though It ain't livin' these lies though On my dog (On my dog, On my dog) I should have told him, I should have him, I should told him That I was in I should have him, I should have told him I should told him 'Cause he was a best told him I was tappin' in Shoulda told him I was in told him I was tappin' in That ain't never what you do to friends
She would me up for photo sessions But I didn't my homie we were low-low sexin' Man this lady had a body she was SoloFlex'n So right after work, she let me her a pogo lesson No confession never told him, I was On his workin' roommate, I was But I messed up and told my homie But when me and him fell out he told my friend That I was lyin' all this time and then my said Why is you playin' me, I'm too many rumors Yo you got something to say to me, You know about my for that woman that stay with me You supposed to be my homie, why you and fakin'? And then I gotta hear from someone You selfish man all you think about is your fuckin' You and her be together, I don't need no one's I'm like I'm finna lose it I don't know I'ma do But I to... on my nigga, you can't be callin' me trippin I'm with my family and I don't know what the you talkin About that's insanity man Why you lyin' to me bro, you these people be talkin' And their stories sound the same and you makin' it And I finna be the type to act like this don't really hurts What am I to do 'bout it when I'm at work? You and her, we supposed to be that make it worse And he told me everything y'all be doin', do me dirt Don't it homie, really you oversteppin' your turf Told me was snappin' photos and you removin' her skirt Even said you shoulda known this chick was a flirt Well how you gonna every damn thing he say? Dog you for real? You shoulda told me without a We was like fam, now you got me with hearsay And that he say, she say Oh, I go
become foes yeah (bros become foes) Lord knows the lovin' was fly It ain't worth these lies though On my dog (On my dog, On my dog) I should have told him, I should told him I should have him That I was in I should told him, I should have told him I should have him 'Cause he was a friend told him I was tappin' in Shoulda him I was tappin' in told him I was tappin' in That ain't never what you do to best
So that is how me and my friend fell out I told another homie something he had to yell out All of our business ventures and was the hell out And I'm left with underhanded things that I can 'bout Lost my best friend, 'cause I was young and He lost his life to another brother a gun I got to tell him that I was sorry, I was sprung My other homie just of cancer, I'm numb
So the moral of the is don't Lie to get something that you want Always it real, though a lot of people don't That's why always in funk
told him I was tappin' in Shoulda told him I was in Shoulda him I was tappin' in ain't never what you do to best friends