Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Putrid Pride

[Lil Cig:]

Northside shorty pull up in a drop top

3 AM with the night back drop

Popping on pills like I pop cough drops

Multi-millionaire all from my laptop

Slob on my knob until your jaw lock

Came a long way from rocks in my sock

Moon walk on the block

While I'm sipping on Wok

Took a whole year off and we still on top

Still the same boy that came from Jeffer Street

Still the best friend that the devil keep

Always burning up

Triple six degrees

Lock Scarecrow in hell and throw away the key




[Lil Cig & 40 Blunts:]

As the years go by

Another day closer to death

Time is ticking

Hurry

Hurry

Hurry




[40 Blunts:]

As the years go by

All the things that you were gonna do

You never did 'em

Now you're wondering how come they never listen whenever you're talking

Look who the fuck just walked in

Time to clear the air

Fuck that

I'll be coughing until my coffin

And in my coffin I won't toss and turn

Instead I'll rest

I've earned some sleep

Let me dream up sheep

Release me into the deep

Cover up my head with the sheet

As the years go by

The same fuck girls will be fucking the same fuck boys

As the years go by

The same heroes you once had have been reduced to a toy

As the years go by

The drugs used to be fun

Now, they've become a problem

As the years go by

Before your life even begun

Now, it's coming undone




[Lil Cig & 40 Blunts:]

Tic Toc

Tic Toc

Tic Toc

Tic Toc



Tic Toc

Tic Toc

Tic Toc

Tic Toc

Chariot Of Fire

Pussy, pussy boy, back up off me 'fore you bleed

Pussy, pussy boy, back up off me 'fore you bleed

Back up off me 'fore you bleed




[Lil' Cut Throat:]

I got gorillas that surround me, bitch, I'm Caesar

They know what I'm 'bout, that boy out the south, forever I'm grieving

Pussy, pussy boy back up off me before you bleed

We them crooks, bitch, I'm taking what I'm needing

Rule number one, I'm never shitting where I'm sleeping

Think you the one, but I'm the one that they call Jesus

Made masterpieces, left the country, stamped some visas

This now my kingdom, put my flag up then I'm leaving, rest in pieces




[Lil Uzi:]

Fuck boy pull up, fuck boy pull up

Fuck boy pull up, fuck boy pull up



Fuck boy pull up with a pistol gripped, ay hold up

Lil bitch what the fuck you think this is?

This ain't a game, we ain't playing, this is it

Those fangs in your throat's range, boy, get a grip

Shadow expanding without a cloud in the sky

Black spot where the sun once was

It's that full moon, bullet proof goon looming in a tomb Chewing up someone's buzz

Never releasing the dove, keep 'em locked up and let em rot

Let the whole flock gather in a spot

There's a hole marked "rather end a plot" flooded with bugs

The blood that floods us, pools at the root of the crop

Romulus

[Yung $carecrow:]

Grey Five Nine

Grey Five Nine

Grey Five Nine

Grey Five Nine



I be that droopy mother fucker in a all black hoodie

Call up Ruby with the all black uzi

Smokin' on fruity, while I'm fuckin' with a groupie

Grabbin' on her booty, call me Yung Hank Moody

Got the red in my eyes

Call me Yung October

People say my eyes low but I'm just tryna get them lower

All day smoker with a hate for being sober

Kyle Korver with the 3's, throw 'em up and get slumped

Black bitch sitting shotty, white girl in the trunk

Lil' weird mother fucker with some gold on my gums

Knuckin' and buckin', bitch, it's Grey 59

I'm flippin' and whippin' and dealin' for them dollar signs




[7th Ward Dragon:]

Bitches telling me that I got pretty eyes

But when that crescent turn into a full moon they roll in the back of my head

It ain't a pretty sight

59 shots in my twisty spine

2 screws in my fucking ankle

I'd rather that than 2 nails in my fucking wrist

I be that filthy Christ with a crown of barbed wire

Feeling tipsy off some sticky sprite

Roll the blunt

I'm lighting up some misty pine

Grey is the color of my fucking skin

I ain't a white boy bitch

Dead is what I been

Wearing gold only cause I got to pay the reaper

I be the 7th Ward Dragon

Fucking fire breather

King Tulip

[Max Beck:]

They changed so much, you know what I'm saying?

How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans

How did they change, how did they change music?




[RUBY DA CHERRY:]

Yeah, I was the wave, but now I feel the tide pulling back

Ocean flat

Often I lay in this coffin, sleep on my back

Toss a couple of 'em back

My liver really starting to slack

And like, I feel myself decaying from the cigarette packs

I never thought I'd see the Tussin', since I was livin' in the back

I'm blacked out, spare my heart torn in half

Now, I've got everything I ever wanted

But now I don't want it

It feels like I'm haunted, it feels like I'm cursed

Hopefully, soon it will turn into dirt

A material world with a virtual nerve

Yeah, I see what it's worth, throw me out on the curb

Leaving me up on the street of New Orleans

Y'all swervin' away, love is too short like a cell

Roll me up a blunt, aye

I need to get lost, aye

All y'all talk about sauce, I'm wipin'

Frozen cuts with frost, I'm slicin'

Dope and guts and tossin' frauds up to the side

Half of $uicide

A couple million, now we're ready to fucking die




[$LICK $LOTH:]

Two cups and a bad bitch

Then I pop me a Xanax, quick

Call Shake when I need that fix

Call Nick when I need that itch

Call crack to the pop, amphetamine

Max Beck in the back, pop seventeen

Young Kurt Cobain with the heroin

$lick love drugs over everything

Shoot the stars up in my veins, woah

But look at your bankroll

So, just spend it on more dope

More woes, fuck you care fo'



But lately I feel guilty, I feel so badly

They say I made it, and that should be satisfactory

Lately, I feel like I have nobody

All alone in the empty hotel lobby

4am, praying, can I get some rest?

Dreams of $uicide and a need for death

4am, praying, can I get some rest?

Dreams of $uicide and a need for death



Happening now, streets blocked off as New Orleans police continue to search for the people accused of firing shots at officers. WDSU reporter, Natalie Hee is live in the 7th Ward, she joins us now live with the latest developments on this; Natalie...

Hey there, Sean, what started as a traffic stop this morning-or earlier this afternoon, has escalated into a large-scale investigation, with multiple agencies involved on the ground, and in the air, right now, two people are in custody, and police say they are searching for a possible third suspect

Rotten And Paralyzed In A Tropical Paradise

[Sample:]

You know we can get away

(The b the the the u the the the d)




[Yung $carecrow:]

Fuck ya'll I will never switch never change

Take the gold take the cash throw it in the flames

Looking deranged walking round with a blood stain

Give me the keys to the Range or the Mustang

Drive that mother fucker off a hill and blame it all on the pain pills

No devil, no God, but the same feel

Red dot with the mod and the frame filled

$uicide is the name of the free willed

(You know I got them)

Bitches by dozen from rapping with cousin

They say that we buzzing but I don't hear nothing

But sheep that sleep laying on the concrete

Constantly suffering

But, God, do I love it

So fuck it, I'll climb up just so I can plummet

Ashes to ashes from something to nothing

Give me the casket

I'm kicking the bucket




[Yung Mutt:]

In my hand I got a pair of dice

They told me roll a seven

Bear in mind I want a six

I recognize that heaven's mythological

And so the pair of dice I swallowed whole

And now I got abdominal tears in spite of theological paradigms

Rotten and paralyzed in a tropical paradise

I'm about to go Fahrenheit

Bitch I'm popping a terrabyte

All these parasites a problem in my logical pair of eyes

Politics opposite of innocuous

Verified in the hospital bed

My chronic is sterilized

Televise the terrifying chronicle of enterprise

Possibly is scared of heights

But the obstacle there in lies the prodigal errant fight

Exodus

[Yung Plague:]

First I turned the Nile River into blood

Then I released the frogs as the city floods

Along with lice, flies, and I diseased your livestock

Then I make sure the boils grow on your wife and child

Look up at the fucking sky you'll see a storm of hail and fire

Then I sent out the locusts to swarm your fucking crops

I blacked out the sun and made time stop

Next I'm coming for your first born son watch him drop



Bitch I'm Yung Plague

Here to spread the flames

Making it fucking rain alligator fangs

Lighting the flame that ignited the revelation of Osiris

I'm rising above the horizon

I blackened the diamond and siphoned all of the water supply of Zion

Bitch I cut the head clean off of the lion

Put it on a spike and all of the sheep became enlightened

Bitch I'm standing right beside Poseidon bout to release all the Titans

Footprints in the sand followed by a herd of rotten bison




[Pontius Pilate:]

Crucify me with the nails in my feet

With the nails in my wrists and that blade in my chest

Enlightened by Zion

I'm wearing lion with teeth on a rope that surrounding my neck

Standing in fire

I"m God of the liars

Attire is made up of nothing but wire

The choir is singing my praises with phrases that let you all know I'm the bastard of Satan

Black in my eyes

Homicide on my mind with that blood on my face then I turn it to wine

Yung Christ the divine

Make them fall into line

Let the planets align as they build me a shrine

The end of the world as you know it

When I'm up in hell I turn fire to snow, bitch

The waters they swell as the polars are broken

Evoking the smoke from the bodies that's choking, hoe

Kill Yourself (Part III)

[Sample - Butterfly Boucher:]

It's not fair, I found love

It made me say that

Get back you'll never see daylight, If I'm not strong, it just might

It's not fair, I found love

It made me say that

Get back you'll never see daylight, If I'm not strong, it just might




[Ruby da Cherry:]

They figure me a dead motherfucker, but I'm just a motherfucker that want to be dead

$now Leopard with the lead in his head

Turning me into a sweater

Bitches use me as their fucking bedspread

I'll be the silhouette of a sunset

Smoke a cigarette while I compress my depression

Stare into the violet fluorescent lights makes me violent

I'm trying to get the highest I can get before I overdose and die

My ribs are nothing but an empty cage

Black hole in my chest

Big bang

Yung Plague on the tip of a wave

In my head it feels like I'm a guest so I will throw it all away because when I am dead I will be nothing decomposing in a grave

I'm matter but I don't matter

I can feel my skull shatter from the dull chatter

Brain spattered on the wall

Grey stains won't dissolve

Now I have to paint it all




[Sample - Butterfly Boucher:]

It's not fair, I found love

It made me say that

Get back you'll never see daylight, If I'm not strong, it just might




[$lick $loth:]

Always boasting my emotions

On how I'm so fucking broken

Think I'm joking

When I'm talking

About blowing my head open

Till the moment you walk in

And find my body motionless

Wrists slit

Thoughts of $lick keep falling in an open pit

Shit

Always burn my bridges

Cause I'd rather fall in ditches

If life's a game of inches

Then my dick has been the biggest

And my goal's to fuck the world

Until that motherfucker's twitching

Lane switchin'

Same mission

To die and blame my addiction

Bitch

Fuck Boy Blood Bath

[Sample:]

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch

Riding with some endless trick

On my P's and Q's I refuse to be broke as shit




[Yung Plague:]

Shut the fuck up, bitch

Talkin shit

When the 6-10 splits get off and take a left on St. Bernard

Drive a little bit

Then it hits

Oh shit!

You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit

With a pit in the yard

Feed you to my dog then I yawn

Bury your bones until dawn

Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed

Bitch, I'll sleep when I'm dead

Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag from my fucking

Feet up to my head




[Sample:]

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch

Riding with some endless trick

On my P's and Q's I refuse to be broke as shit




[$crim:]

Sucka busta fuck that bitch

Ain't got no friends they all turned snitch

Trust no one they bound to switch

Trust no bitch just give them dick

Gutta south pimp with the gold on my wrist

Empty the clip 'til the chamber go click

No faking no flodgin my record legit

I'm banking and dodgin from five-o my clique

Cut throat cut dope with the all black blade

Sniff coke fuck hoes while I'm laying in the shade

I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave

And if you can't tell bitch I'm fucking insane

Pop pop pop pop make the bodies go drop

Busting these suckas and swerving on cops

Almighty 59 ain't got time for no ops

666 I'm so damn hot

$hrimp Poboy

[BG Knocc Out x2:]

Blaze up some indo

Sip on some Alize

Blaze up some indo

Sip on some Alize

Getting played everyday

And straight chilling with my peeps

Getting played everyday

And straight chilling with my peeps




[$crim:]

Blunt fulla indo

Staring out my window

It's the pill popping junkie

Yung sex symbol

Ashes on the cross

All my bitches lost

Depressed mother fuckers never show no love

Got a blunt fulla tiva

Gripping on the nina

Run up and I'll show ya why I'm always tweaking

Sleeping through the weekend

$uicidal seasons

I just wanna die don't have no fucking reason

Blunt fulla codeine they know that I'ma dope fiend

Grab the knife and cut me twice and let me die slowly

Creeping out the basement

Inside my heart vacant

Slice me wide open because I'm too fucking impatient

To wait for death

Silhouettes of demons in my shadows

Hang me in the gallows

Brain filled with ammo




[BG Knocc Out x2:]

Blaze up some indo

Sip on some Alize

Blaze up some indo

Sip on some Alize

Getting played everyday

And straight chilling with my peeps

Getting played everyday

And straight chilling with my peeps




[Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard:]

I just want to chill

Fuck making a mil

I mean I make enough money to pay the bills

Still working in the pizza kitchen

Itching to be free of this shit

I know Slick was cleaning dishes

Wishing everything was finger licking

But the truth is I make this fucking music

And I can't even get my friends to listen to it

I want to say screw it

But I know improvement will prove it

It's evident they need the evidence

Thinking I'm heaven sent

But really I'm crawling out of hell

$uicide for life

G*59 count the spells

And just think

I'm only beginning to crawl out of my shell

Weed and bullets on the coffee table

I'm the son of the snake

I'm both Cane & Abel

Smoke and death is the smell that dwells around my humble abode

This is just a story

No fable

No moral code

It ends with me rich, sad, and alone




[BG Knocc Out x2:]

Blaze up some indo

Sip on some Alize

Blaze up some indo

Sip on some Alize

Getting played everyday

And straight chilling with my peeps

Getting played everyday

And straight chilling with my peeps




[Supa Sortahuman:]

Suicidal tendencies, we are not the same

Tryna make the best of everyday, bad thoughts go away

That's why I blaze up some indo and sip some Alizé

Grind nonstop, I gotta stay paid

Keep it chill with my bae, smoke good gettin laid

The lane that I made is where Supa finna stay

The game that we play, we still play it til this day

But these cat's lames, they jus wanna peel away

Keep them fools far away then everything will be okay

Take a shot to the head like a AK might spray

Repeat repeat, we do this everyday

My mind is everywhere but mostly up in outer space

Bong rips to my face, sippin on a half a case

Take some shrooms to escape, Supa-mane with no cape

Limp Wri$t

Close your eyes and count to seven, when you wake you'll be in heaven




[DJ Paul x5:]

Jack be nimble get jacked so quick

Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch

Terrifying these niggas souls

666 we like that shit




[$witchblade $crim:]

666 we like that shit

Roll that bud and light that spliff

Cock it back one time, I bust

Fuck all these bitches, no hoes I trust

Bitch, I got that devil in me

Murderous, I like them semi's

Heard of us we smoke like chimneys

Sipping codeine, ain't got no kidneys

Running this shit with some blood on my feet

Suicide bitch, ain't no ho up in me

Step on my scene I'ma put you to sleep

They treat me like Jesus, they bow down to me

It's that phonky flowing, mystic blowing

Junkie, selling, robbing, killing

Bodies stacking to the fucking ceiling

Weapon on me, ain't no concealing




[Yung Plague:]

Pulling a name out the flame

Call me Yung Plague

Slitting my wrist with a blade

I'm insane

Murder my style

You don't like it?

Too bad because I'm killing myself anyway

Got that rope around my neck now I'm ready to hang

Keep on holding that tech

I"m that target to spray

Got an ocean of roaches and locusts approaching

I'm hoping they don't think I'm Moses

I'm sending them all to their graves

Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch

Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch

Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch

Slitting 666 in my limp wrist, bitch