Lyrics Dead Friends - Chetta

Dead Friends

Get murked, get murked
Put em on a t-shirt
Get served, get served
Who gone wanna get hurt
Big swerve, big swerve
Pull off in that big vert
Get curved, get curved
I don’t want you either
All you hoes is boring now
All my whips is foreign now
Put me in its going down
Fuck with me I’m going out
Big skrrt big skrrt
Push off in a fisker
Big work big work
Trap until my wrist hurt
Big surf big surf
Flexing now your bitch hurt
I come from the piss dirt
All i know is get yours
Yessur yessur
Block too hot they burning out
Real hotboy im from the south
Shoot the choppa air it out
Bitch know i ain’t playing round
In too deep im going out
Fuck with me its going down
No i dont want no friends now
All i needs my ends now
Get murked, get murked
Put em on a t-shirt
Get served, get served
Who gone wanna get hurt
Big swerve, big swerve
Pull off in that big vert
Get curved, get curved
I don’t want you either
All you hoes is boring now
All my whips is foreign now
Put me in its going down
Fuck with me I’m going out