Suburban Friends

(I'm number six)

Grrt, grrt

Boop, slatt, slatt

C'mon (Slatt)

Bitch, I'm—, bitch, I'm all ran out of love for you

I got more drank than trust in you

I don't got time to be fuckin' you (Nah)

Trackhawk burnin' rubber, ooh, yeah (Woah, fft)

P-p-push up and get slaughtered

Slime died for the cause like a motherfuckin' martyr (Slatt)

Racks out, I'm so full of shit, ah (Woo)

Uh, beat EJ so bad, he was shittin' bricks (Blatt)

Yeah, I'm on molly with my damn suburban friends, yeah (Suburban)

Wait, who top two? Bitch, I ain't never heard of him, mhm (Who is that? Who is that?)

Yeah, oh

I'm in a post, throwin' them bowels, boy, keep an eye on your ho (Brr)

I'm pourin' up potion, sippin' ambrosia, this shit get real awful cold

My big brother a sniper, stay with that pole tryna shoot shit up like Cole (Slatt, slatt)

Somebody told, we didn't even know, we gotta go find him, oh (Fft)

I'm on molly with my damn suburban friends, yeah (Molly)

P-pull that rod out, he won't hurt again (Won't hurt, he won't, he won't)

Like, fuck, got dirt on my F&N

Kick shit with Ben

Can't handle a 30, like, fuck it, I'm poppin' a 10 (Woo)

All ran out of love for you

I got more drank than trust in you

I don't got time to be fuckin' you (Nah)

Trackhawk burnin' rubber, ooh, yeah (Woah, fft)

P-p-push up and get slaughtered

Slime died for the cause like a motherfuckin' martyr, yeah

Stop yo' cryin', wipe yo' eyes (Whipe)

Mom, mama, I love you, but you gotta give me time to thrive

I rock Number (N)ine and, bitch, that .40 by my thighs (Slatt)

Yeah-yeah, Perc'ed up, me and slime barely alive

Uh, yeah-yeah, dead weight, I gotta cut some ties (Cut them, cut them, cut them)

I gave up and you gave up, but, shit, at least I tried (At least, at least, at least)

Uh, hit him one time and you missed the rest, but, shit, at least he died

Bl-blowin', blowin' gumbo, bitch, I'm so fuckin' high (Fft, frrt, fuck)

All ran out of love for you

I got more drank than trust in you

I don't got time to be fuckin' you (Nah)

Trackhawk burnin' rubber, ooh, yeah (Woah, fft)

P-p-push up and get slaughtered

Slime died for the cause like a motherfuckin' martyr, yeah

Grrt, grrt