Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Pump Fake

[Oddy Nuff:]

Fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know

$uicide Death Row, riding slow mo in a four

Fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know

$uicide Death Row, riding slow mo in a four

Fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know

$uicide Death Row, riding slow mo in a four

Fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know

$uicide Death Row, riding slow mo in a four



Say bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to?

Fuck all y'all rappers

I'll slap the shit out of an actor and make him act faster

In order to back up the fact that he's fake as fuck

I'm flabbergasted, hoe

I'm back in action, whoa

I'm lavish, holes up in my bag of slow

More rolled, blow whole o's

Oh no, smoke, lay low

Choke, croak, halo

Lazy flow and still I glo a frozen flame

They claim they know my name but only say it out of range



Fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know

$uicide Death Row, riding slow mo in a...

Fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know

$uicide Death Row, riding slow mo in a four




[Lil Cut Throat:]

Fuck an introduction, hoe, you already know

I be that skinny white fiend, lil fucking cut throat

No joke, tip toe when I'm creeping in the fucking dark

Move slow, sip mo', every time I pop them bars

Wanna go toe to toe? I promise you won't last long

Bodies blow, bullets flow, just another sad song

Savage with the 'matic, manic that's an addict

All my habits tragic, dirty dancing with the Xanax, yuh




[Oddy Nuff:]

Fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know

$uicide Death Row, riding slow mo in a four door

Fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know

$uicide Death Row, riding slow...

King Cobra (Drippin')

[YUNG MUTT:]

I'm the type of person to burn alive while on a sinkin' ship

Flickin' ash out of my lash

I know what y'all been thinkin' bitch

$UICIDE

Fuck 'em all

I'm drenched in gasoline and lit

Then $lick will grab a broom and tell y'all fuckboys gon' and sweep the shit

I don't give a fuck about the internet

Motherfuck the illusion

Y'all confused

Don't get my image yet

666 for life

Grey my fuckin' army stripes

Y'all keep flossin'

Y'all keep ballin'

All y'all caught up in a net




[LIL CUT THROAT:]

Call your patrol man

I've been programmed to fear no man

You see these tats all on my face?

I don't have no care

I walk around in any city like my home there

You want war, motherfucker, but yet to declare

Hop on a chariot

Ridin' through heaven

I'm aiming a .45 at your god

$carecrow the scariest

Cut throat the deadliest

Frozen $hogun at my side

Every night rise and die

Grey five nine the parasites

Who am I? anti-christ

The one who makes hades flames ignite




[GERM:]

Catchin' top in the whip

Ridin' cruisin' wylin'

Just take a look at me

I'm booted and ashy

Talkin' down bout a stupid bitch

Lookin' for a stupid lick

You really new to this

Been on my bullshit gucci linen draped on my women

Sinnin' with women out here pushin' limits

Worry bout me you stupid nigga

Stack digits

Up my heat in public

Air 'em out if they get ignorant

Left 'em heaven sent

His partner called on christ, but he irrelevant

Lurkin' the pit

Die bout my shit

Just look at my wrist, ain't no slits but it drip

Ronda Rousey in the audi with me

Knock a nigga out for me

Love that bitch

Mannequins Are My Best of Friends

[Lil' Lonely:]

Riding down the block in a 'Lac

Got a Glock in my lap

As I holler "Where ye at?"

No fear of attack because I know his peers ain't got his back

Creeping and I'm peeping now the tank out of gas

Head home to the 7th ward

The ride there was fast

At last

Walking into the house I know the moment passed

Then I look into the mirror

Noticed shattered glass

Looking like a spider web caused by a blast




[Slick Sloth:]

Trapping out the pine box

Hades got the block hot

Heron in my shoe box

Knot with the blood clot

Used to sell that dope but still never had no money

Slanging to fill my habits addict serving up a junkie

I find it funny when I start to tip toe with the reaper

He start to running because I usually start to beg and plead him to take my soul

Take my life

Take my last breath

He never did so I took his and I manifest

Sold My Soul To Satan Waiting In Line At The Mall

[Ruby Da Cherry:]

Roll up and I'll light a fucking match to the gas, no gas mask

Make it splash and all of a sudden I'm getting ashes

Lasting more than I can fathom

Mass appeal is real it seems

Mass didn't appeal to me

Six six six

Wrists glisten cause of slits

Heads missing so I split

Driven apathy, actually traffic, no tragic car accidents happen

You're just a fucking blip

It only matters cause we're matter scattering around a hole that gets blacker




[Yung Christ:]

Hold up before I blow up, give me one more time I can pour up

Got the wheels spinning but my blood's thinning

Oddy telling me that it's time to quit it

But I can't, I'll faint

Just one lil' taste real quick so I get straight

I'm so in debt with this shit, I can't pay

I'm so in love with this shit, I can't think

Mind gone blank

I just keep sinking, ducked out sleeping

These drugs my weakness

Seek this money, wrist keep bleeding

And it's seeming

That the death of me is gonna be these demons




[Ruby Da Cherry:]

Sold my soul to Satan waiting in line at the mall

I got six phones, I got six homes, I got a grave six feet tall

What do I know? Failed chemistry

Hated religion, fuck it all

Loot

Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock




[Yung Mutt:]

I got money on my mind

Bitch, I'm blinded by the dollar signs

I'll work a fucking 9 to 5 instead of signing dotted lines

By 9 to 5 I mean I've come to paint the town grey with 5 fucking 9's

I'm trying to take what's mine

Which happens to be everything that I see

Might be selfish of me

But, if I don't pick a side someone else is getting cash and pine

Dine and dash

Scraps is rationed

Slash and gash

Scratching rashes

Catching rats and slash it's throat

End up like a maxi pad soaked




[RVMIRXZ:]

Two-Eleven, One-Eight-Seven

Send them bustas straight to heaven

If that nigga talking shit, then he gon' meet my Smith and Wesson

Creeping out the fucking darkness

Smurking all these bustas ho'

Fucking with the Devil son I rolls up on the flank fosho

Psychopathic lunatic I'm lookin for a soul to steal

I put that Glock up to yo' grill and watch yo' punk ass fucking split

Look into my eyes see the thang that burns inside

Fucking with that Triple Six nigga, this will be your demise



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock




[$lick $loth:]

Haven't had to kill yet but I was born a murderer

Triple 6 my nation I'm the red devil's chosen one

Break in through the back

Give a fuck bout your burglar bars

When I was 17 remember when we would burglar cars

My favorite gun that.45

I love how it bust

Smoke leaking out your chest

Body stuffed in the trunk

I'm ridin' round in Hollygrove

Best believe I got that strap

Can't fuck with you bitches but Oddy got my back




[Black Smurf:]


[?]



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock



Robbers, they hang in the hood

Where they ride clean

Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

With my.45 G-L-O-cock

That Just Isn't Empirically Possible

[Lord of Loneliness:]

It's lonely at the top

All of my enemies have been defeated

The crown has been sitting on my head for too long

It's starting to give me these legions

Don't follow the crowd

The crowd is misleading

Stay solo

Surrounded by all of my demons

Licking my wounds as they deepen

Constantly feeding them all of my secrets

007

I got the golden gun

I got the golden

I'm busting

Open up the door

I'm at my breaking point

I cannot take this shit no more

I'm ready to fucking explode

Open up

Knock knock

Here comes the Glock cocked

9 mili pop pop pop

Oh no

Making a mess

My aim ain't the best

I guess I should clean this all up and go home




[Yung Mane:]

Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust

Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut

I do not care to be here or be there

In the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck

Swerving and crashing

That dying little bastard

Yung Christ, you address me as such

Crazy little demon

They wave when they see me

Face tatted from ear to ear

Northside boy with a Glock sized toy

If I cock it there's going to be tears here

Manic depressive

When life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me

Dollar sign - B

And it's still F-T-P

Fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P

Rag Round My Skull

[Yung Christ:]

Drugs in my veins with two hoes on my lap

I ain't gotta roll a thing I got these bitches for that

I got that smoke by the ounce

I got them pills by the bottle

And if I ever run out this junkie right here will rob ya

Trappin' out the ocean just so I don't lose focus

I'm always sippin' purple potion keep them backwoods in motion

Yea I use and I sell

Yea I'm straight out of hell

You drop my name in any city bet it's gonna ring bells

Chop it up quick like a brick I ain't got time for the small talk

Poppin' up quick then I dip see I don't wanna be bothered

Just know I hate you mother fuckers and that's from the heart

Buncha blowfish mother fuckers and we are the sharks

Ho...




[Ruby da Cherry:]

Fuck all of ya'll, bitch

I don't give a fuck if $uicideboy$ never going to do shit

Still put the pistol in my mouth

Blow the back of my head out

Now I'm going to head out

Slit my fucking throat

Throw me in a shark tank either that or you can leave my bloody body in the motherfucking boat

Fuck everything and fuck myself

Fuck what you think

Leave me hanging by a belt

Brain banging with pain

Grey staining is the game

Flames gaining my domain

Staying in the same lane

I ain't never going to change

See me dancing in the street when that motherfucking blood rains

Everybody else is dealt with bitch

Keep your fame and your wealth and shit

G.R.E.Y.G.O.D.S.

[Dawn Of The Dead:]

"When there is no more room in hell

The dead will walk the earth"


[Playa Fly:]

Now you see me smilin' lookin' wily, got a loced out face

Suckas think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgrace


[Lord Infamous:]

We smoke off the ink

We get blowed off the ink

We get fucked up

We takin' them hard pulls

Now you see me smilin' lookin' wily got a loced out face

Where da bud at

Lookin wily' got a loced out face

Where da bud at

We smoke off the ink

We get blowed off the ink

We get fucked up

We takin' them hard pulls

Where da bud at




[RVMIRXZ:]

Sitting in a circle as we're praying to the wicked one

Flames arise, a buster cries and everybody starts to run

Looking at the devil in his eyes, don't be surprised

Everybody in this bitch will die by the night




[Yung Plague:]

Lightning strikes in front of my feet

I believe I'm the demon that bleeds in the color of grey (aye)

Winter is coming I summon the flames (aye)

Summer is gone I'm no longer Yung Plague (aye)

Noose and a blade (aye)

Lucifer's slave (aye)

Choosing the day I'll be loose in the grave (aye)

Slay the sheep that pull wool over my eyes

Creep in the dark I'm a shark in disguise

Park it in drive

Jump out the ride

Crucify me on a spike

I will die right by Lucifer's side

Bodies in a pile about a mile down the road

Got a while til it snows

Black and white makes the color that I glow

Grow in a hole until I become whole




[Yung Scarecrow:]

Shoot that bitch right in his neck like executing Clay Morrow

Then I stumble and I walk to go and grab me a shovel

Yung Jax Teller and the concrete's my jungle

Smuggle a fuck boy to sacrifice into rubble

Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls caving in

Crumble till I'm unheard of the resurrection begins

Welcome to the land of 6,000 degrees

Feel the ferocity of fire burning for eternity




[Lord Infamous:]

We smoke off the ink

We get blowed off the ink

We get fucked up

We takin' them hard pulls

Now you see me smilin' lookin' wily, got a loced out face

Where da bud at

Lookin' wily got a loced out face

Where da bud at

We smoke off the ink

We get blowed off the ink

We get fucked up

We takin' them hard pulls

MEGA ZEPH

[whispers indistinctly]

[OG Corpse:]

The fuck I need with life?

(What the fuck?!)

Life is what needed me

They looking around for who?

Who the fuck gonna save me?

Yung Christ been dodging death

Dodging death done became my thing

Take my chances with the Glock

Cock it back and let nina sing

Looking out my window

Feel my pulse going down

Been mixing chemicals trying to find a compound

I don't wanna feel a thing

Give me the drugs numb the pain

Get away

Fuck out my face

You want to switch?

Well here's my place

Bitch you can take it

How the fuck does it look from my view?

Tell me what you thinking

It ain't all that it seems when you got to face it huh?

Save lives daily but I can't save me, nah

All that glitters ain't gold

Ain't that the saying?

Fuck




[George Washington's AR-15:]

Catch me at the cemetery visiting my enemies

Gripping the machete

Glistening it's rinsed and ready

Reflecting wishes of death

If mine is selected tonight, I know the devil's sweating

"You have until I count to seven to escape" he threatened

Please bury me

Under the cherry tree

Standing on the floor of my grave pissing on my destiny

Rejecting death

Gasp for breath

My existence they'll be questioning

Ruby back from the dead and better than ever

Yeah, I guess we'll see

Panoramic views of me whipping the Panamera is infinitely better than me dead and gone

On Nutella interior leather

Chain still swanging

Only now it makes my neck hurt

Rain or shine

Grey*59 can measure up in any weather

Kamehameha (Kamikaze Remix)

Shoutout to my haters y'all my biggest motivation

Cause I'm a G5 and the 9 on safety




[Yung $now:]

Bet you didn't know that I hate myself the most

$uicide I boast

All of my friends are ghosts

Haunting the shores of the dirty coast

Watch me wash ashore and hang myself up on a post

That's just how it goes when you're a $uicideboy

Wearing mostly black clothes

Got a stack of hoes in the back that I gave a black rose

AKA the kiss of death, bitch

Like a pimp covered in mold print

Walking with a limp because my leg is starting to decompose

Oh no



Shoutout to my haters y'all my biggest motivation

Cause I'm a G5 and the 9 on safety




[Yung Christ:]

Pass me a loaded gun

I'm trying to spill my brains out

Living life just ain't no fun

Pray to Satan to come and save me now

We had a deal

I sold my soul to fuck the world and ride on platinum wheels

I'm that delusional schitzophrenic

Trying to figure out who I am so this may take a minute

Cock that 45, aim it at your skull

Snatch your blood, dropping you busters till your life is null

Creeping on another level, come and meet the devil

$uicidal ghost, scarecrow off his post



Shoutout to my haters y'all my biggest motivation

Cause I'm a G5 and the 9 on safety