Can't See the Hate (Friends)

[Intro]

(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)

Yeah, Gunna Gunna in this bitch, ha, uh

My nigga Bricks in this bitch, uh, yeah, hold up

([?] on the track)

[Chorus]

I just fucked your broad, this ain't no facade

She called up a friend, we had a ménage

I came with a check, I ain't doin' fraud

I told a bitch fetch 'cause she want a ball

I can't see the hate, the shit camouflage

If we can't relate, then we can't be boys

My stomach got [?], I ate with the God

You niggas get fake, I charge 'em like Dodge

[Verse]

I caught me a coupe, I jumped in the six

You niggas are pussies, quick to get whippеd

I bumped into the bitch, got me somе lip

Found me a wave, built me a ship

I didn't get a fade, I used to rock temps

I flew out to Vegas, blew me some chips

I feel like I made, I make me a mil' (I made it, yeah, yeah) Go get me a pint, pour up some mo'

A nigga stay fresh, fresher than soap

I walk in the bank, withdraw me some more

One thing I know is a hoe is gon' go

I hear the horse, the engine gon' blow

I hear the Porsche on side of the road

Know plenty hoes that play with they nose

If twelve hit our block, I had to go

I hit the fence, I hid the dope all in my pants

Hid this shit down, I got them bands

Order some ones, order some hoes, tell 'em to dance

It bros over hoes, I know that you know

We can't be friends

[Chorus]

I just fucked your broad, this ain't no facade

She called up a friend, we had a ménage

I came with a check, I ain't doin' fraud

I told a bitch fetch 'cause she want a ball

I can't see the hate, the shit camouflage

If we can't relate, then we can't be boys

My stomach got [?], I ate with the God

You niggas get fake, I charge 'em like Dodge

I just fucked your broad, this ain't no facade

She called up a friend, we had a ménage

I came with a check, I ain't doin' fraud

I told a bitch fetch 'cause she want a ball

I can't see the hate, the shit camouflage

If we can't relate, then we can't be boys

My stomach got [?], I ate with the God

You niggas get fake, I charge 'em like Dodge

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]

I just fucked your broad, this ain't no facade

She called up a friend, we had a ménage

I came with a check, I ain't doin' fraud

I told a bitch fetch 'cause she want a ball

I can't see the hate, the shit camouflage

If we can't relate, then we can't be boys

My stomach got [?], I ate with the God

You niggas get fake, I charge 'em like Dodge

I just fucked your broad, this ain't no facade

She called up a friend, we had a ménage

I came with a check, I ain't doin' fraud

I told a bitch fetch 'cause she want a ball

I can't see the hate, the shit camouflage

If we can't relate, then we can't be boys

My stomach got [?], I ate with the God

You niggas get fake, I charge 'em like Dodge