Lyrics:

Yeah, oh, yeah
You know, you know, you know, haha
I'm full it
Aye, I'm in the booth, huh
Aye
Shout out Bobby Johnson (yeah), aye

Found myself in the dark place
Last girl made my heart ache
Now I'm tryna get my soul, yeah
Why all y'all fake flex?
Mama told me never take shit
So I never really take shit
I don't care what you rep, bro
Ex bitch doing BangBros
Wow, I really shoulda kept her
Really shoulda kept your mouth closed
I've been runnin' out of ammo
Different state, little trap, woah
Every city with a bad hoe

Satan's got a grip on me
Heaven's looking very bleak (woh)
Still my faith in everything (woh)
Eating off that apple tree
Sunlight shining every beam (yeah)
Gloomy days, you scaring me (aye)

All my friends are enemies
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are ene- yeah
All my friends are ene- yeah

Windows tinted, you can't see us in it (woh)
Prescription pills made me a villain (yeah)
Never busy, man I'm always chillin' (yeah, yeah)
Fake friends up in the grass
Gotta keep it low, let the snakes pass
My main girl gotta side door
Like my bitch, got more hoes
Insane though, she a crazy hoe, yeah

Friends gon' turn to enemies
Satan's got a grip on me
Heaven's looking very bleak
Still my faith in everything
Eating off that apple tree
Sunlight shining every beam
Gloomy days, you scaring me
All my friends are enemies

All my friends are enemies
All my friends are enemies
All my friends are ene- yeah
Out the booth bitch