Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Magnolia

[Trap Hou$e $crim:]

Ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint

Smoke one hoe get high with a pimp

Kick the front door bitch better bust down

Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud

Just know one thing I don't fuck with nobody

Case fulla shells with a 12 gauge shotty

Trap Hou$e $crim bitch I could give a fuck

Ridin' round town with the 9 on tuck

Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust

Dare a mother fucker to try and act tough

100 mother fuckers that's all ready to rush

100 mother fucker's that's dying to light 'em up

Live from the land where you 6 feet deep

Before you even die just standing on your feet

Gold teeth with a grin that will make a bitch wet

504 keep the choppers on flex




[7th Ward Lord:]

Bitch I'm from New Orleans

7th Ward Lord cutting guts with a sword

Yung Mutt cause I'm half fucking foreign

Give me the blunt

Bitch you wasting all the weed

Pass it around use my lungs as the storage

Pit bull in the yard stay away from my gate

That's a motherfucking warning

20 inch spokes like a platinum switch blade

Ice on my wrist help the swelling go down from the slit

You can find me in the motherfucking tank

500 degrees

4 dollar signs

Dial up my line I'm on the east bank

Suicide left the blood on my shank

*59 Yin Yang




[KirbLaGoop:]

Hundred thou, hundred thou, $uicide, $uicide

Who you think you fucking with? You done lost yo mind (Lost yo mind)

Boom boom boom boom boom boom (Do do do do do)

That's all you hear when I stand in the room

Boy I jugg, jugg, jugg (you can check my right wrist)

Everyday in the kitchen watch me flip

I can cook, I can cook, Betty Crocker (I'm a baker)

Got them cakes and I serve pills like a doctor (I got prescriptions)

I'm on the corner, on the corner, fuck the corner (man fuck that shit)

I'm in the house serving weed like a farmer (I'm a farmer Jon)

I got crops, I got crops, long ass crops (long ass crops)

And I got hoes, I got them bops (I got them bitches)

Hunnid thou (Hunnid, hunnid)

Hunnid thousand (Hunnid, hunnid)

Don't try us, we just start whining

$UICIDEBOY$ with the Kirb (Kirb)

What you talking, absurd (Absurd)

Tryna try us, what we gon' do? Put yo brains on the curb

No play all day in
[?]
, okay bitch

You can try that shit, I'll put yo face on a t-shirt today, damn

Marlboros & White Widow

[Yung $now:]

$uicide

I'm choosing my addictions

I keep fooling my religious bitches

Switching up prescriptions

Nooses tied

Now I'm crucified

I won't listen til they spilling guts

But I could give a fuck

I stick it in they butt

Oh now she wants to be my slut

For what?

Just cause you roll the blunt?

Oh no

That ain't how it go

I'm solo

Frozen ghost

I blow smoke

Yeah hoe

Drop it the floor

Not that ass though

Talking bout your life

I want your body

Oddy leave em froze




[Lil Remains:]

Pop up then I light up

You fuckin' boys ain't druggin'

Gave up lean and sprite cause

That heroin keeps me duckin'

Fuck you know bout me woe?

I isolate from all you fuckas'

Nine up in the peep hole

Been plottin' on you undercover

Uzi roll the spliff up

Pain pills give me hiccups

Don't nothin' make me sicker when I ain't got my fuckin' fix bruh

Satan resurrected

That evil one king of the 6's

Schizo with depression

PCP laced on my swisher




[Germ:]

Walk in the pub drop a stick in her cup

Drop a stick in her butt young nigga going up

Savage loads is the code for the hoes

Double dose for the low

Pint catch it to the dome with the 4

When I ride homicide, $uicide

I call it you gon die truth in the booths

I exclude, bangers big like Bruce
[?]

Fool who is you? tell me the truth

Its you its not true, worth of my woes

Flow been worth cold, homi's and bodies

Could ride and fit on my Kawasaki

Asian thottie chuggin sake highly likely stuffin temples with

Gun metal reverend rebels speakin heated conversations

Hatin on me you ain't better than me

The demons in me tweakin candy xanny
[?]
fuck you I can't handle it

I Deleted Facebook A Long Time Ago

Sl-sl-sl-sl-sl-slide right through my oppo's city

AMG, man, fuck a Hemi

No question, the Glock on me

G*59, that's my committee

Blanco 'bout his cake, full plate, eggs with shrimp and steak

Southside of the lake, Figure 8 'til my fuckin' wake

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (You did good, $lick, it's a Smash)

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Players)

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Players, players, players, p-p-players never die)

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Ayy)

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Ayy, ayy, ayy)



I got a hunnid-round drum on my stick like Vic Firth

Choppin' up the brick, make sure it stick, who gon' get sick first?

Always wantin' more, yeah, I think they call that Slick's curse

Yeah, your shawty bad but I'm bettin' that my bitch worse

Wrist hurt from the Plain Jane, yeah, it's heavy

Catch me in the Chevy, steady changing lanes, engine revving

Switchin' steady, Blanco's motives always loco like I'm jetting

All these chains around my neck get twisted up like spaghetti, uh

Blanco 'bout his cake, full plates, eggs with shrimp and steak

Southside of the lake, Figure 8 'til my fuckin' wake

Watch out for the snakes, fuckin' fakes, eatin' twice their weight

Always lock the gate, tempting fate, tryna up the stakes

D-D-Dollar sign, uicide, dollar sign, move aside

Me and Wetto made a pact, said fuck the whole world it's you and I

Two-two-two Southern White trash motherfuckers unified

G*59 for life or at least 'til I'm fuckin' crucified



Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)



Sl-sl-sl-sl-sl-slide right through my oppo's city

AMG, man, fuck a Hemi

No question, the Glock on me

G*59, that's my committee

My bitch thick and pretty, grab my dick and holla, "Gimme gimme"

Poppin' on these bibbys, droppin' tens up in my fuckin' kidneys

F-F-Fuck the world, fuck a herd? Wetto solo dolo

H-H-Hoes get wet while searchin' for me like I'm Marco Polo

You want that promo? I can put your face up on a shirt

P-P-Pill presser hiding fentanyl up in my Percs

I, I-I-I get irked, crack a smirk then I go berserk

Crack, now he murked, all you heard was pop-pop, vroom, skrrt

O-O-Off the Addy, not too shabby for a fuckin' junkie

Th-Th-Throw a bitch some money, pin a tail up on that donkey

Ch-Choppa draw, have a pussy boy singin' (Oooh)

'T-T-Til my death, G-R-E-Y what I'm claimin' (GREY, GREY)

'Til I D-I-E, my hand gon' hold that .123

Nor-Nor-Northside (Northside), Eastern Bloc, GREY been what I bleed



Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride

Dump, dump, out, throw him in the ride

Dump a nigga ass out

Dump a nigga ass out

Dump, dump, dump, dump

Goosebumps

The devil in me got an easy job

Demons in my head, I must confess, they speak in tongues

Speaking of my lungs, they seeping blood from chiefing blunts

7th Ward hot boy, chopper drums, dragon breathin' in the sun

The devil in me got an easy job

Demons in my head, I must confess, they speak in tongues

Speaking of my lungs, they seeping blood from chiefing blunts

7th Ward hot boy, chopper drums, dragon breathin' in the sun

The devil in me got an easy job

Demons in my head, I must confess, they speak in tongues

Speaking of my lungs, they seeping blood from chiefing blunts

7th Ward hot boy, chopper drums, dragon breathin' in the sun



Bolts in my neck, I think I'm Frankenstein

Volts to the head, don't rape my mind

Colt .45 to the head

See these bodies drop, and you can trace the line

I'm oozin' red goo from the Uzi, look at me, I'm slime-covered Ruby

Ruby so dizzy and gooey, but still remain raw like he sushi

Spooky da Scary felt loopy

Spooky da Scary felt woozy

Spooky da Scary had two juicy bitches, but left 'cause he thought they were boujee

Got groupies that choose me, but never fool me

Thinking my life a movie

You see, she wanna use me

Boosting her clout, now I'm out

You can tell that bitch "suck it" from Ruby



Ruby my brother, no fucking with others

Not fucking with bitches, if I know I don't trust 'em

I'm grabbing the Ouija to summon my demons

You rappers is divas, you robbing not even

The venomous infamous sinners

Gorillas that came from the river

The trigger, I grip it, the killer

Triple-six figures, ain't nobody sicker

You call the cops? I call the block

Full of them kids that be rollin' with chops

Product of war, product of life

Destined for bars

Suit with the stripes

Ingesting the bars, not to get high

Just to get numb, just to get by

G-R-E-Y, and 59

'Cause you know the...



...devil in me got an easy job

Magazine

$uicidal holocaust, for the dead, I shed a tear

Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creepin' near

$uicidal holocaust, for the dead, I shed a tear

Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creepin' near

$uicidal holocaust, for the dead, I shed a tear

Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creepin' near

$uicidal holocaust, for the dead, I shed a tear

Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creepin' near



I come through with helicopters

Beaucoup blades, and hella choppers

Looking like the dawn of Vietnam

Ruby crashin' on the lawn, who the fuck else dare to stop us?

Bitch, come through

Blue veins turn into new stains

One of the original seven like Liu Kang

Slit the wrist of the six, no one left but me, bitch

The 7th Ward Lord got a new name

But Ruby does not exist due to a personality split

One-half devil, other half got zipped

Now, who the fuck else wanna talk shit?

Now, who the fuck else wanna get ripped?

Now, who the fuck else think I'm a bitch?

Come take a fucking sit

I swear to no god, you'll end up in a crypt



Snappin' like necks from that Bank on the west

Kurt Cobain veins, opium in my chest

Escaped out the psych ward, now I'm on a murder spree

Voices inside of me, won't let me go to sleep

Drownin' in sleeping pills, covered in ashes

Ridin' down Paris, this life never mattered

Ready to die, bitch, I'm ready to die

I pull on this trigger got blood on my satin

"Fuck, is he okay?"

No, I'm just insane

Deranged out the gate, it's always been my fate

Lil $licky ride the pain, Ruby pumpin' shotty

Crucified in Tommy

Yung Christ risen out the concrete



$uicidal holocaust, for the dead, I shed a tear

Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creepin' near

$uicidal holocaust, for the dead, I shed a tear

Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creepin' near

Reign In Blood

[Yung $carecrow:]

Popping 'em down with codeine in my cup

Bitch I'm rolling the rillo and burning the ounce

Creep through the ground

I don't hear a sound

Burying bodies all over the town

The Satanic killer

The gripper of triggers that haunts all the rivers

The blood is my liquor

Triple 6 marked on my grave

Cynical 59, death we crave

Sharpening the blade so the wrist can be shaved

Enslaved to the minds of the fucking new wave

Creep in the alley the valley of death

Deep in the city of choppers & tecs

I'm deaf to the screams of the innocent

Fuck all the citizens

The fucking militant of the infinite punishment

I need a stimulant

Give me the coke I'm sniffing it

Articulate my ignorance

$carecrow walking round without his ligaments




[Ruby da Cherry:]

Often I find myself staring into space

Bitch I'm coughing I might as well air out the place

It is foggy

My enemies taunt me

I am the worst version of myself

No calling for help

Angel of death please spread your wings

Pacing myself before she takes me away

Blood stains painted on the door frame

Floor made of bones

I'm collecting and I'm storing

All of my sins are burned in my mind

Memory fading, but I still remember the scythe

Body separated from my soul

How it goes when you're always alone

No bitch, no hoe

Solo

No phone

No home

Just a grave that I dug with a blanket of bugs

Bitch I'm naked full of drugs

Fully faded pull the plug

Bitch I made it with a shrug

I'm aware that I don't give a fuck, hoe

I Hung Myself For A Persona

[RUBY DA CHERRY:]

I been itching for a plot, yeah

But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no

7th Ward Lord take a shot, yeah

I'ma keep my head down (I don't give a fuck)

Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah

Fuck this music shit, I'm itching for a plot, yeah

Ain't no- ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no

I ain't one of y'all just let me rot, yeah

I was just with Peep in London

Still feel like I don't exist at all, no

Fuck this social gathering

I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, oh

They told me watch out for the snakes

But they forgot about the plague

And the AK and with Lil Remains

And the AK and what little Remains




[LIL REMAINS:]

Hold up hold up hold up

Had to put down the narcotics

But I ain't really stop it

Xanny and Suboxone

Stay up in my wallet

On the block catch the Glock

Shoes hanging like a chord

Not a tour

7th war

Hot boys

Prime time

Dotted line never signed

On the drugs can't doze

If I do be exposed

Oh no

Chopper city

Dead bodies

Alligators

Disembodied

Did the crime not the time

Lil' jitts on the porch gripping 9's, gripping 9's

Pull that torch

Light em up

Young as 12

Living hell

Lil' remains

Yung plague

No respect given unless you steal or you take hoe

Scope Set

So come and get some 187 invitation

You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me

So come and get some 187 invitation

You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me

Fuck it how you, um

Fuck it how you, um



Fuck it how you want it, it's the psychopath

I'm killin' everything around me, fuck the aftermath

Bloodbath on my hands, slaughter, red dead

I'm the motherfucker standin' right up on the ledge

Bring the K out, super saiyan

I'm goin' crazy, off the radar, like I'm just sayin'

Fuck your playa, knee deep in my skin, where your opp again?

Grip up on the Glock, lookin' for a fuckin' snitch

Bitch, I got a brain hemorrhage juicen' my shit

The motherfucker Terror, 'cause I'm killin' every bitch

Fuck your motherfuckin' feelings, I could give a fuck

Ruby right behind me, wanna test your luck?



AK, AR, nine millimeter

.22 Ruger, plenty ways to die, I see ya

Shoot, shoot, shoot to kill

Aim for me for playa thrill

Bob my head, I might rise, pussy chills I might start

Pop the bodies, kill

Ruby da Cherry, now Ruby da Juice

Everything loose in the screw

Choose to do what I do in this life

That I lose one day, it's proof it's true (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Refuse to use the shit you say is fuckin' cool (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tryna find my way feels like a fuckin' Rubik's cube

What the fuck is new, what the fuck is new?

Snakes tryna wear Gucci shoes, what a view?

Bit off more than you could chew, that was fuckin' rude

Tryna get that face tattoo removed but you doomed



So come and get some 187 invitation

You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me

So come and get some 187 invitation

You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me

All That Glitters Is Not Gold, But It's Still Damn Beautiful

I was asking you whether there is pressure to live up to the image you've created"

"Well there certainly is and you've been putting on me all week"




[Lil Remains:]

Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold

Damn playa, damn playa, I still can't sleep though

Yeah playa, yeah playa, I be that sheep eater

Wolf creeper but disguised as the grim reaper

Sad playa, sad playa, I be that sad playa

Damn playa, damn playa, thought you was money making

Yeah playa, yeah playa, don't change that, I'm forsaken

Grey playa, third razor, laugh at you bitches hating

Yeah playa, yeah playa, my pupils dilating

Dope shot up in my veins, I'm feeling nauseated

Law breaker, law breaker, I'm trying to feel alive

Make sure my teeth gold when I'm filled up with formaldehyde, $uicide




[Papa Pine:]

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me Snow Leopard

I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort

Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope I had before

The results are the same, but now I'm comfy when I go

I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me

And now I'm always stoned, always home alone

In the back of the Benz, I got my squad I know

But I only see them on the road

And the rest I know just wanna use you (They always wanna use you)

Snakes in my face, yeah, I think I'm Medusa

Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped, the red, white and blue ones

That's why I'm always losing money but don't let that confuse you

'Cause now I got a mouth full of gold, but baby I'm still a loser

Audubon

[Intro:]

New Orleans is ruled by thugs even more ruthless than LA's most violent gangs

The Crips & Bloods tried to establish themselves here and these guys killed him..simple as that! gone! See ya later

We look at gangs like its, its like a coward move to us in a gang it take fifteen people to get in two cars and do a driveby and kill one person

In New Orleans I done seen one person kill fifteen people




[WHO BOY BOY:]

Definition of the living dead

Got a dead bitch giving head

Tulip flowers growing on my bed

Rust and blood settle on my lead

Broken soul but i'm breaking bread

Head dreaded boy from Waggaman

Petey Pablo shirt off

But no swinging like a helicopter

Got it covering this chopper

Spitting out them yoppas

Got the drama with the lama

I can get you to nirvana

Run them pockets proper

We create our own karma

Balboa out the magnolia

Northside soulja

Need the keys to the rover

Yung $carecrow(a)




[LIL WAAAAAA:]

Ruby the fucking ape

Ruby the fucking orangutan

Mumbling nothing

Just the discussion of public destruction

I'm up in flames

The soulja by the lake

Feeling like i'm in the navy, but i pull up in the tank

Sipping the tang out of an AK

Kangaroo the next lane

Lame move you looking plain

Can't redo the flex mane

Camo on my body like i just got back from war

I heard a bang in the bank

Ben Frank on the floor

Back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score

I'm trying to finesse the lesser into something more

I'm drawing a blank on who the fuck you is