Dead Friends

Yeaaah
Uuggggghhhhhhh
Yeah
Shawty want take a pill first fore she fuck
She say she in love, she in love with the clout
Let my Nigga hit it yeah, she a thot
Beat the pussy a couple times
Breeze, yeh
Gave my heart, took it back
Niggas want do me dirty, they attack
Timmy Turner, me I wish dem go die
Beat the pussy a couple times
Breeze, yeh

Dead dead dead
My friends are dead
The ones alive dey my head
check my steps
Yeh Chick-fil-A, Chick-fil-A
I wan Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
Big booty girl, big booty girl
Big booty girl on a Monday

They will hurt you for real
Don't let these niggas see (Oh no)
We used to chop together
That's for real
But niggas be lost in the sauce for real
Niggas, acting a fool for deals
Like girls be dancing on poles for bills
Checking my temperature
All these girls be stressing me
Oh noooo

Throwing parties in the pool
Only girls go come (yeah)
Hide your phone
Ask my why
It makes me paranoid
I got a boy from a high place
He only fuck billboard bitches
Friends from high places
Only fuck billboard bitches Yh

Dead dead dead
My friends are dead
The ones alive dey my head
check my steps
Yeh Chick-fil-A, Chick-fil-A
I wan Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
Big booty girl, big booty girl
Big booty girl on a Monday