Your Friends

[Intro]
Hello? Hello?
Are you there, bae?
I'm gone, I'm gone
Yeah

[Verse 1: Kid Ziggy]
Ooh, baby, god damn (God damn)
Who the fuck is you, baby? Uh-uh (Ooh)
Let me introduce you to the crew, baby, oh, yeah
I think I'm tryna get with you baby
Let me shoot a mov', baby (Ooh)
There ain't been nothin' to do lately (Oh)
I've just been actin' a fool daily (Whoo)
I'm wildin' out with my dudes, baby
Chuckin' deuces on the roof, baby
But now I'm sittin' here with you
Couple shots got me loose, baby
But tell me, do you got a man?
Does he have somethin' to prove, baby? Does he?
Tell him get gone when I slide through
I'm tryna get dome in the drivethrough (Yeah)
I'm gonna puff strong if I like you
And I'ma pass it off if I love you
But we will never know if we never try
So what are you afraid of?
But you're lookin' so god damn fine
I could spend a whole paystub, yeah

[Chorus]
Girl, take your makeup off (Take that shit off your face)
And put your seatbelt on (Oh)
We're rollin' till the sun goes down (Till the sun goes down)
Yeah, eeh-yeah, yeah
It's just me, you and your friends, baby
Me, you and your friends, me, you and your friends, baby
Yeah, me, you and your friends, baby
Me, you and your friends, me, you and your—

[Verse 2: Papa Luke]
Said, "It's Papa Luke, baby" (Who the?)
This dick ain't a flute, baby
Get you wet as a lagoon, baby
Take your bitch to the booth with me (Sheesh)
You can come ride and finesse me
Now go and release your confessions
I know you been strugglin' to text me
But the world doesn't head its direction
Let me breathe down on your chest and caress you
I'm tryna feel all of your stress, bae
So I can relay the blessin's
Pipe on your belly, you're breathless (Sheesh)
Dick in your mouth like a breath mint
But I had to do it
Ten toes down when you came around
Yeah, you got mad influenced
Aimin' at you now like my shot off in the crowd
I bet everyone around smellin' embalmin' fluid
Spend the night, yeah, I made breakfast
Look on your face, you been restless
That bitch do the most, not impressin'
But I'm tryna get on your guestlist

[Chorus]
Girl, take your makeup off (Take that shit off your face)
And put your seatbelt on (Oh)
We're rollin' till the sun goes down (Till the sun goes down)
Yeah, eeh-yeah, yeah
It's just me, you and your friends, baby
Me, you and your friends, me, you and your friends, baby
Yeah, me, you and your friends, baby
Me, you and your friends, me, you and your—