Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "HUNG UP ON THE COME UP"

    "HUNG UP ON THE COME UP"

    Keep poppin' off at the mouth
    Get your fucking wig split
    Keep poppin' off at the mouth
    Keep poppin' off at the mouth
    Keep poppin' off at the mouth
    Get your fucking wig split
    Keep poppin' off at the mouth
    Wig split, wig split
    Keep poppin' off at the mouth
    Get your fucking wig split
    Keep poppin' off at the mouth
    Keep poppin' off—

    Ayy, dirty ass Air Max 95s when I step
    I regret nothin', bitch, could give a fuck about respect
    Could give a fuck 'bout what you think of me, I'm sick of fuckin' stress
    I'll rob myself in public just so I can get a blue check
    Keep a ho in check, make sure she keepin' track of all the checks
    Only way she fuckin' with me, now I wished that ho the best
    $uicide, I got my set
    Euthanized, I'm off the Tech
    Who am I? Well, take a guess
    I got the blade against your neck, pressed

    Eyes red as motherfuckin' blood
    Victim in the tub
    Roxy 30 getting crushed
    Drop two sticks up in my mud
    Raw dog dirty dick a bitch
    Slip up on them opiates, hold up
    I Milly Rock on any cop, when that Chevy hit the block
    Let the chains swang, platinum teeth
    Might retire any minute...
    Soulja rag
    Soldier tennis, whole world, bitches
    Fuck who hears it
    Ruby and $lick still bendin' corners 'til the coroner
    Fuck your press, fuck who's next
    Fuck your cypher and awards too
    You a mascot
    We really represent the ridiculed
    (You motherfuckin' bitch!)
  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Kill Yourself (Part IV)"

    "Kill Yourself (Part IV)"

    They figure me a dead motherfucker
    Romeo da Black Rose, sheddin' petals
    Hold me over 'til they finish digging me a hole
    I need a new beginning, so I tiptoe behind my foe's, bitch
    Unzip, I'm throwing it into that bitch's hole
    Calling all my enemies the same place where that dick go
    Fuck an online pussyboy talkin' shit
    Acting like it was a brick thrown through a window
    Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me
    Some slick hoes might catch me froze, but soon they will desert me
    Get rich, blow that smoke in O's, don't ever act so thirsty
    Sick diss though, fuck all this, slowly die before I'm thirty

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Isn't it so convincing how that blade slide 'cross my throat?
    Coke residue all in my nose
    Couple graves dug for my foes and it goes (Eyes, eyes)
    On and on, my girlfriend calling my phone
    Ain't seen her in about a week, this depression got me weak
    Ever wake up every day and you want to die? (Death!)
    Life going good, can't figure out why
    Blank walls all around me, keep the pills nearby
    Playin' with the nine, then I close my eyes
    $uicide only thing gonna gratify this urge to leave
    Can't you hear my plea? I'm down on my knees

    Eyes, eyes (Tickle)
    Eyes, eyes (Tickle)

  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Either Hated Or Ignored"

    "Either Hated Or Ignored"

    Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'
    $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care, Norfside, shit, where the fuck that been
    R.I.P, $lick $loth...

    Playa hataz surround me
    Like vultures on a dead body
    Get the fuck from 'round me
    Ain't tryna be ya' fuckin' friend
    White boy with the nappy hair
    Bought the platinums, nah not double-O bruh
    Bunch of all you thirsty
    30 somethin' motherfuckin bald head headass
    Boy get off this playa's nuts
    Test your luck, might catch slugs
    This that middle finger up
    Shit, fuck a bitch
    And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
    Tell me really
    How does it feel?
    If you were in the field believin' the vision that we livin'
    Fuck the flux there's no competition
    We got the leverage
    Fuck you punks we stocked with weapons
    47's 45's Tec's
    Poles on this cut throat boy
    There's more than one reason that I'm a

    R.I.P boy
    Ain't broke
    I gotta a lotta fuckin' bread
    Now I've seen the globe
    Puff another load
    Sitting in another lead pipe
    Cause my pockets got a lot of fucking holes leaving trails of the crumbs
    So them fuckboys will follow, yeah
    Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
    Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
    But roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
    It's a tough pill to kick
    Always fall short
    Standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
    The money, the bitches, the fame feelin' like a whore
    Now I'm smokin' more ports and I'm closer to death
    Then I was when I was poor
    Coke and bitches in the kitchen passin' out on the couch
    I'll die from bein' bored
    He'll die from bein' bored
    Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
    Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
    Sing a sad ass song for Yung Snow, putting in hours at the morgue
    Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Ma$k & Da Glock"

    "Ma$k & Da Glock"
    (feat. Trippy tha Kid)

    [Project Pat:]
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)

    [$lick $loth:]
    Ain't got no job, so I steal and rob
    Mask and the Glock, keep it hot
    This that ghetto God, popping shots
    Bumbaclot
    Fresh up out of jail
    Got that devil in me with that semi loaded, have your pockets empty
    This a stick up, stick up
    This a stick up mother fucker
    Load my clip up, click up
    Point it to his dick sucker
    Bust the first one, go dumb
    Toe tag a mother fucker
    Catch him slipping, no description when that ski up on my face
    Now he victim of my mission to get that money out the safe
    For that paper I don't play
    Call Uzi to make this play and tell him...

    [Project Pat:]
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)

    [Yung Mutt:]
    Suckas say they hanging ten, so I leave them hanging out to dry, bitch
    I'm the great white of the Grey Five Nine
    Hibernating from nine to five
    Then it's back to buzzing with my cousin in the hive
    We been some busy bees, not after honeys just them dollar signs
    Still finding time to smoke, call me Papa Pine
    Spot a spine
    Chop and grind
    Spark a shine
    Top of the line, I'm mopping slime
    Yeah, that's right I'm clean as fuck
    Fuck your team you punk
    Had your hoes pussy for lunch
    For dinner, I will kill her
    Dump her body in the river
    Shivering shoulder like a blizzard in Boulder
    Colder than a dead body
    Ahhhhh

    [Project Pat:]
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)

    [Trippy tha Kid:]
    Why? Why? Why?
    Why do I do this to myself?
    And why I am fucking with my health?
    I really don't know
    But you really don't know me
    Or what I got under my belt?
    I'm champion, I'm ready to rumble
    Pass it around like weed in a huddle
    Crazy, wild, get buck like uncle
    Fuck what you want, I love what I got
    Don't fuck with the kid, I'm dope with the bundle
    Banging like thunder, above and beyond
    While you standing under my feet in umbrellas, I'm making it rain
    This acid I spit, I kill it for days
    I rap because I love it, you do it for plays
    Yea, I love views but I rather be great
    Than just be okay and get bitches for days
    While you fucking that skank, I make love to my wave
    I become my music, I do not abuse it, this isn't a phase
    Bitch!

    [Project Pat:]
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
    Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
    (Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Maple $yrup"

    "Maple $yrup"
    (feat. Bones)

    [Yung Christ:]
    Yung Christ
    5-9
    Crack up in my swisher
    Blowing bitches kisses
    Syrup got me twisted
    Now we G-59 the misfits
    Swerving and I'm fucked up
    Serving time I'm locked up
    Chopper spraying mac truck
    You live a life of bad luck
    All my hoes do drugs
    All my homies thugs
    Bitches fucking scrubs
    Explorer on some dubs
    This that flex on them with no mercy
    That text I get at 1: 30
    Yo bitch begging to get fucked
    Leggings on but I rip them up
    Just enough to slide up in
    All about them Benjamin's
    Dead presidents
    I'm heaven sent
    You just a fuck boy
    That's irrelevant
    Bow down to your sensei
    You talking to a God boy

    [Yung Mutt:]
    (G-59 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
    Swerving passed the Church in all black clothing
    Holding up a middle finger
    Mac showing
    Throwing cash hoes run and clash
    Get their back broken
    Pop the cap open
    Throat soaking in some liquid potion
    Ocean motion
    Toasting to the stars
    Got a great view from Mars
    Spit a couple bars just to show it ain't hard
    '59 ain't far from the start
    All brain and heart
    Gotta play your part in the game
    Make sure you aim the dart

    [Bones:]
    Fresh fruit by the platter
    Sipping water
    Hear it splatter
    Got ash on my shirt
    But I'm me so it never matters
    Fuck a job stay at home
    Rolling bones until I'm gone
    Hair ties on my wrist
    This the doped up ghost
    Laying in my bed feeling dead now
    Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
    I don't like rap because they do it wrong
    I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
    Laying in my bed now
    Feeling kind of dead now
    Money stashed up in my pockets with the bands now
    I don't like rap because they do it wrong
    I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Datura"

    "Datura"
    (from "FAST X" soundtrack)

    You know my neck on Medici
    10 milli off a PC
    Looking for that coke? Lemme holler at my KiKi
    Box Chevy kiwi
    Under water, smoking seaweed
    Drop my kids in her field like they gonna play pee-wee

    Ay, Northside
    Get the gat, get the gat
    From that 504
    Where they screaming, "Who dat?"
    From that east bloc
    Backwood hood rats
    Now take this fuckin' track so I can piss all on that plaque

    Run up on my block and they gon' try and shoot
    Ruby steady kickin' it wit yo bitch and we start knockin' boots
    She keep tryna suck all on my dick like she got a rotten tooth
    Inside of the whip looks like a motherfuckin' prostitute
    Leopard pull up in a Delta 88, all black n gold
    Radiating platinum smoke
    Satiate your blackened soul
    Bitch, I got 'em all running scared while I laugh alone
    Yeah. they try to snag the throne
    Turn 'em to a fuckin' bag of bones, oh

  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "FUCKALLOFYOU2K18"

    "FUCKALLOFYOU2K18"

    [Xzbiti:]
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Break yoself hit the floor
    Break yoself hit the floor
    Break yoself, break yoself
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Break yoself hit the floor
    Break yoself hit the floor
    Beat him down, beat him down

    [Lil Remains:]
    Walk up out the womb with my middle fingers up
    For my cousin, I'm bussing, got the Nina tickety tucked
    Smoking with the devil on that level, paranoid and shit
    Got me on another binge, twisted on that dope and shit
    I lose my mind, spree of crime, in the midst of time
    Blood on my knife when I look into the high tide
    Moon rise, rose up as the Anti-Christ, here to terrorize
    Sleepy hollow with this slice, good night

    [Xzibit:]
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Break yoself hit the floor
    Break yoself hit the floor
    Break yoself, break yoself
    Beat him down, beat him down

    [Romeo Da Black Rose:]
    Tryna be the most hated motherfucker, fuck a name
    Fuck a number, all I see is lame motherfuckers
    Keep me ducking, I'll keep trucking
    Ruin something, turn to nothing
    Me and my cousin fucking struggling
    Me and my cousin fucking hunting
    Fuck a friend, where my enemies?
    Who is who? Nothing to prove
    Fuck a flex, I'll flex my bills, I'm stressed, I ain't got nothing to lose
    I'm depressed, I been a mess, but nonetheless got nothing to choose
    Nothing to gain
    Nothing but proof, nothing to change

    [Xzibit:]
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Beat him down, beat him down
    Break yoself hit the floor
    Break yoself hit the floor
    Break yoself, break yoself
    Beat him down, beat him down
  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Kill Your$elf (Leaned Out Rmx)"

    "Kill Your$elf (Leaned Out Rmx)"

    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Suicide

    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Suicide

    [Oddy Nuff:]
    They figure me a dead motherfucker
    Leaving mother fucker's heads stuck under the covers
    But I wonder if they know I got a suicide kick
    Granting me a death wish
    Razor blade sliding up my wrist, uh
    Unleash the lead from my pistol into my head
    Pouring Cristal on my dead body
    Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my lawn
    Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy
    Or Ruby da Cherry
    No this not blood it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry
    Take a little sip
    Poisoning the pit
    Half dead motherfuckers throwing up the click
    Slick Sloth telling me we got to dip
    Calling on Shenron
    Grant me a wish
    I wish that you could enter the dragon
    The chambers of the triple six
    So I can stop the bragging
    That will never happen
    I'm in the back of a wagon slitting my wrists
    Wave a blood stain white flag
    Dragging my body into the mist
    Take your best shot
    Aim it, cock it
    Know you're going to miss
    Not leaving a note, I'm leaving a list
    $uicideboy bitch

    [$lick $loth:]
    Fuck her one time and I pull out
    Cock it one time this a shoot out
    Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we don't love them
    Got a Ford with a trunk in the back where we stuff them
    Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches
    Ever heard of Gotti, do you get the picture?
    Mother fuckers couldn't even hold my jock strap
    Glock strap fully loaded, dog, fuck rap
    Cause I kill for the fun
    Pop a pill with a nun
    Bitch I dance on the sun
    Go and take a little bump
    Fuck a chump with a pump
    I made you, so how you going to break me?
    But, I guess the spot light breeds envy
    But, tempt me with one wrong move, I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose
    Hit the snooze
    Drinking booze, I'm a fool with the tool
    Buried in the backyard with an underground pool
    $uicideboy$, go and kill yourself
    Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health
    Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck help
    And fuck wealth, here's a Benji for you broke bitches
    Card's dealt, go and pass me the rope bitches
    Ahhhhh

    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Suicide

    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Suicide
  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Kill Your$elf"

    "Kill Your$elf"

    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Suicide

    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Suicide

    [Oddy Nuff:]
    They figure me a dead motherfucker
    Leaving mother fucker's heads stuck under the covers
    But I wonder if they know I got a suicide kick
    Granting me a death wish
    Razor blade sliding up my wrist, uh
    Unleash the lead from my pistol into my head
    Pouring Cristal on my dead body
    Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my lawn
    Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy
    Or Ruby da Cherry
    No this not blood it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry
    Take a little sip
    Poisoning the pit
    Half dead motherfuckers throwing up the click
    Slick Sloth telling me we got to dip
    Calling on Shenron
    Grant me a wish
    I wish that you could enter the dragon
    The chambers of the triple six
    So I can stop the bragging
    That will never happen
    I'm in the back of a wagon slitting my wrists
    Wave a blood stain white flag
    Dragging my body into the mist
    Take your best shot
    Aim it, cock it
    Know you're going to miss
    Not leaving a note, I'm leaving a list
    $uicideboy bitch

    [$lick $loth:]
    Fuck her one time and I pull out
    Cock it one time this a shoot out
    Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we don't love them
    Got a Ford with a trunk in the back where we stuff them
    Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches
    Ever heard of Gotti, do you get the picture?
    Mother fuckers couldn't even hold my jock strap
    Glock strap fully loaded, dog, fuck rap
    Cause I kill for the fun
    Pop a pill with a nun
    Bitch I dance on the sun
    Go and take a little bump
    Fuck a chump with a pump
    I made you, so how you going to break me?
    But, I guess the spot light breeds envy
    But, tempt me with one wrong move, I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose
    Hit the snooze
    Drinking booze, I'm a fool with the tool
    Buried in the backyard with an underground pool
    $uicideboy$, go and kill yourself
    Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health
    Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck help
    And fuck wealth, here's a Benji for you broke bitches
    Card's dealt, go and pass me the rope bitches
    Ahhhhh

    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Suicide

    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Sui-sui-cide
    Suicide
    Suicide
  • $uicideboy$ Lyrics "Maple $yrup (DJ Poliwhirl Remix)"

    "Maple $yrup (DJ Poliwhirl Remix)"
    (feat. Bones)

    [Yung Christ:]
    Yung Christ
    5-9

    Crack up in my swisher
    Blowing bitches kisses
    Blowing bitches kisses
    Blowing bitches kisses
    Syrup got my twisted
    Now we G*59 the misfits
    Swerving and I'm fucked up
    Serving time I'm locked up
    Chopper spraying mac truck
    You live a life of bad luck
    All my hoes do drugs
    All my homies thugs
    Bitches bitches fucking scrubs
    Explorer on some dubs
    This that flex on them with no mercy
    That text I get at 1: 30
    Bitch bitch begging to get fucked
    Leggings on but I rip them up
    Just enough to slide up in
    All about them Benjamin's
    Dead presidents
    I'm heaven sent
    You just a fuck boy
    That's irrelevant
    Bow down to your sensei
    You talking to a God boy

    [Yung Mutt:]
    G-59 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

    Swerving passed the Church in all black clothing
    Holding up a middle finger
    Mac showing
    Throwing cash hoes run and clash
    Get their back broken
    Pop the cap open
    Throat soaking in some liquid potion
    Ocean motion motion
    Toasting to the stars
    Got a great view from Mars
    Spit a couple bars just to show it
    *59 ain't far from the start
    All brain and heart
    Gotta play your part in the game
    You aim the dart

    [Bones:]
    Fresh fruit by the platter
    Sipping water
    Hear it splatter
    Ash on my shirt
    But I'm me so it never matters
    Fuck a job stay at home
    Rolling bones until I'm gone
    Ties on my wrist
    This the doped up ghost
    Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
    Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
    I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
    I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
    This the doped up ghost
    Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
    Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
    I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
    I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
    Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
    Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
    I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
    I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more