​Suburban Friends lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm number six)
Brr, brr

[Chorus]
b*tch, I— b*tch, I'm all ran out of love for you, I got more drank than trust in you
I'on got time to be f*ckin' you, trackhawk burnin' rubber, ooh, yeah
P-p-push up and get slaughtered
Slime died for the cause like a motherf*ckin' martyr

[Verse 1]
Racks out, I'm so full of sh*t, ah (Woo)
Beat EJ so bad he was sh*ttin' bricks, yeah
I'm on Molly with my damn suburban friends, yeah (Suburban)
Wait, who you talked to, b*tch? I ain't never heard of him, mhm (Who is that? Who is that?) Yeah, yeah, oh
I'm in a post throwin' [?]
Boy, keep an eye on your ho
I'm pourin' up potion, she sippin' ambrosia
This sh*t get rid of her cold
My big brother a sniper, stay with that pole tryna shoot sh*t up like Cole
Somebody told, we didn't even know, we gotta go find him, oh
I'm on Molly with my damn suburban friеnds, yeah (Molly)
P-pull that rod out, he won't hurt again
Like, f*ck, got dirt on my F&N, kick sh*t with Bеn
Can't handle a 30, like, f*ck it, I'm poppin' a 10
[Chorus]
All ran out of love for you, I got more drank than trust in you
I'on got time to be f*ckin' you, Trackhawk burnin' rubber, ooh, yeah
P-p-push up and get slaughtered
Slime died for the cause like a motherf*ckin' martyr

[Verse 2]
Stop yo' cryin', wipe yo' eyes
Momma— momma, I love you, but you gotta give me time to thrive
I rock Number (N)ine and, b*tch, that .40 by my thighs
Yeah, yeah, Perc'd up, me and slime barely alive, uh, yeah, yeah, dead weight
I gotta cut some ties
I gave up and you gave up, but, sh*t, at least I tried
Hit him one time and you missed the rest, but, sh*t, at least he died
Bl— blowi— blowin' gumbo [?], I'm so f*ckin' high

[Chorus]
All ran out of love for you, I got more drank than trust in you
I'on got time to be f*ckin' you, Trackhawk burnin' rubber, ooh, yeah
P-p-push up and get slaughtered
Slime died for the cause like a motherf*ckin' martyr, yeah

[Outro]
Brr, brr