[Intro: YungManny]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Ayy, Terk), yeah (Sparkheem)

[Verse 1: YungManny]
McDonald's, get hit with this twenty-piece, n***a
Can't find the body, it's twenty feet, n***a
One man move, Glock 23, n***a
How many bullets? Like 23, n***a
I'm in his crib, this ain't MTV, n***a
Ran up a sack off of MP3's, n***a
I'm droppin' bags on my enemies, n***a
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as
Men with these n***as
Been with these n***as
We don't let rats in the trap, homie
Rely on my Glock 19, that's my backbone
N***as be hot usin' Apple for trap phones
Suggest you don't hop in thе streets, you won't last long
Electricity bills gettin' paid by my rap songs
And my shooter a dykе, damn sure got that strap on her
If she throw it back, damn sure got my flash on
N***as wasn't outside before the 'Rona
Shot a n***a last year and he still in a coma
Put some cameras around 'cause them n***as be cobras
I know a body just by the aroma
When I turn fifty I'ma be a pimp
Shit down bad so n***as gettin' skimped
It ain't no talkin', bussin' off the rip
Exotic on deck, $350 for the zip
[Chorus: YungManny & Sheff G]
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as
Men with these n***as
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as
Men with these n***as
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as
Men with these n***as
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as (Gang)
Men with these n***as (Gang)

[Verse 2: Sheff G]
Might just get killed if you fuck with these n***as
Bullets, they sting like a bumblebee, n***a
I got your bitch on the run with me, n***a
Just smash and I pass it, can't cuff on these bitches
No Funkmaster Flex when it's hits on yo' block
I got them young n***as itchin' to fire
So many shots that I stuff in this Glock
One press on this bitch, I could air out ya flock
Wait, hold on
This a Glock, not a Hi-Point, bitch
Wit' a dead end
We don't stop for the cops, lil' n***a
So what you gon' get in?
This a Glock, not a Hi-Point, bitch
Wit' a dead end
We don't stop the cops, lil' n***a
Gang
[Chorus: YungManny]
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as
Men with these n***as
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as
Men with these n***as
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as
Men with these n***as
You might just get killed if you friends with these n***as
Friends with these n***as
Men with these n***as