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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Same homies I fed
Same couch we slept on
Now they tryna sleep with my girl, huh (grim)
[Verse 1]
Used to split fries, dollar menu in the drive-thru
You was on my floor, I was vouchin’ for your side too
Pulled up to the club, you was rockin’ all my shirts
Now you tryna rock my woman, tryna put me in the dirt
Seen the look change
Lil’ side-eye, fake laugh when the check came
Hit my phone late
“Where your girl at?” Talkin’ sideways, that’s a red flag
Smell the envy all inside your handshake
Callin’ me your brother while you plottin’ on my last plate
[Chorus]
Fuck friends, they the first ones lurkin’
Smile in your face, in the shadows, they workin’
All they good for is stress and hurt
Tryna fuck my woman, tryna see me in the dirt
Fuck friends, they the first ones schemin’
Laugh at your jokes, but they hate you in secret
I ride solo, that’s how trust work
‘Cause the same hand dappin’ wanna toss me in the dirt
[Verse 2]
You was in my mom crib, eatin’ off my mom dish
Now you in my girl DMs, sendin’ lil’ heart pics
Saw the screenshots, now you quiet in the group chat
Heard you told the opps where I move at, who do that?
Homies since the first grade
Now you talkin’ to detectives on my worst day
Bet you pointin’ at my name on the page
For a lil’ short change, you would dig me a grave
I don’t need fake love, keep the handshakes
Keep your weird hugs, I just need space
[Chorus]
Fuck friends, they the first ones lurkin’
Smile in your face, in the shadows, they workin’
All they good for is stress and hurt
Tryna fuck my woman, tryna see me in the dirt
Fuck friends, they the first ones schemin’
Laugh at your jokes, but they hate you in secret
I ride solo, that’s how trust work
‘Cause the same hand dappin’ wanna toss me in the dirt
[Bridge]
So if you see me all alone, don’t trip (don’t trip)
Every fake that I cut, that’s a bless I get
Rather sit in this car with the tank on E
Than be rich with a snake in the seat next to me
[Chorus]
Fuck friends, they the first ones lurkin’
Smile in your face, in the shadows, they workin’
All they good for is stress and hurt
Tryna fuck my woman, tryna see me in the dirt
Fuck friends, they the first ones schemin’
Laugh at your jokes, but they hate you in secret
I ride solo, that’s how trust work
‘Cause the same hand dappin’ wanna toss me in the dirt
Details
GeneratedApr 11, 2026
Duration2:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Early-2000s West Coast bounce with male vocals; rubbery bassline and talkbox accents, crisp rimshots and handclaps. Verses ride a laid-back but menacing pocket with siney leads and subtle crowd shouts; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and pitched chants. Beat drops out for key punchlines, then slams back with deep kicks and lowrider-ready swing.
Credits
Prompt by
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ZERO_ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A 2003 WestCoast rap song about fuck friends all they good for is trying to fuck my woman and plot on me to put me in the dirt, male
