Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Do You Believe In God?

[$lick $loth:]

Pulling up with the pump

Slugs that will make you slumped

Drugs always keep me numb

Wake up in the morning just to pop some

Bitch it's FUCKTHEPOPULATION

Bodies in my basement

Lord of the forsaken, watching bitches fornicating

Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan

Triple six be my language

Smoking on something that's flagrant

Shooting up something that's tainted

Rain drops cover my dreadlocks

Mood 21 Savage, that red opps

Might go and get my face tatted with a tear drop

Shell shocked leaving bodies on the sidewalk




[Yung Plague:]

6 days until my death, on the seventh let me be

Lower level dwelling, now the devil's rocking FTP

Ruby setting trends but in the end he wants his breath to cease

Leopard print all on his body, body hanging off the Sphinx

Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinning out the herd

Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm, poisoning the dirt

Ruby going to find his death and flirt

Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn, cut up into thirds

Ruby got a broken oath he once swore, take him back to church

Ruby's bloody fist up her skirt

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

Brooklyn

[$LICK $LOTH:]

I just left a show in Brooklyn

Now I'm in the kitchen with the dope cooking

Four bitches calling on my cell

Twelve know I got intent to sell

Bucking and jumping with Smurf up in Memphis

Run up, get done up, got blood on my tennis

Don't need no talking don't finish your sentence

If I'm ever surrounded you know it's by bitches

Xans and lean in the styrofoam

Don't mind me—my mind is gone

Buncha bitches and plenty smoke

Hustle Family, $uicide, scope to your throat




[RUBY DA CHERRY:]

Hot drop

Drop top

Top Drop

Hoes drop it like its hot

Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit

(Wipe me down)

Ruby da Cherry got six blunts, got six cuts, got six stunts

These hoes wouldn't talk to me before that but–

(Wipe me down)

Chopsticks and a plate of rice

Got the block lit you ain't safe with ice

Stocking the slots

(Wipe me down)

Grey kicks

Grey T

Grey Hoodie

Grey rag tied around my face

(Wipe me down)

Smurf rolling up the blunt

$lick chilling in the cut

Me? I'm just too fucked up, hoe

Me? I'm just too fucked up, hoe




[Black Smurf:]

I walk up in this bitch like it's my momma house

Watch how we hit below

We hit the club and shut it down

Can't compete with a hustler boy, throw in the towel

Me and my Nina see we partnered like Keenan and Kel

My cash up stack racked

Whole team flossed up

Ching ching check my style know you see me bossed up

Bitch cash on his head that get him chopped up quick

He talking war but don't think he got enough clips

Bet for the cash that your pussy ass play snitch

We snatch and dash just to make your fam, to be rich

East Memphis man I can show you pain real quick

Watch who you playing wit

Lil puss

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[Shawty Burn-A-Church:]

Sink back in that fucking spine, second guessing crime

7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line


[Northside Shawty:]

West Bank/Northside 'til the coffin ride

Who am I? I am god, I am Basquiat




[Interlude:]

Trap-a-holics mixtapes

Man, drop this shit for these fuck niggas




[Shawty Burn-A-Church:]

Grey Five Nine signed

Rough diamonds tryna shine

Christ and I, $ui-$ucide

You know, you know, you know I'm

Diving head first when crucified

Lucifer cried when I told him I'm choosing to die

Noose and a knife

But I ain't use the knife

To loosen the noose, keep it tight

Abusing the truth, that's a lie

Fuck boy with a ski mask think he gon' rob me blind

Fuck boy better think fast when he cock the nine

Fuck boy better...

Fuck boy better sink back in that fucking spine, second guessing crime

7th Ward where I snort a slug and cross the fucking line

Yet another line inside the cup

Another line you should look up

Another line that shook you up

I signed the line for Lucifer




[Break:]

Damn son where'd you find this?

Real trap shit




[Northside Shawty:]

5-9 'til I'm dead, aye

Bitch, I'm Grey 'til the death, aye

Never gave a fuck 'bout dying, no

Even when I was a jit, woe

Pop a jig, load the rig with that motherfucking china white

Fuck it if I die tonight, I'm gambling with my fucking life

West Bank/Northside 'til the coffin ride

Who am I? I am god, I am Basquiat

Yung Kurt Cobain with the scarred veins

Mentally derranged, hear the crows say my name ($carecrow)

I'm just wasting my time, I'm just wastin' my breath

Why can't I just die? Why can't I go next?

Why we get no respect? Why I loved holding TEC's?

Xanax bar on my neck, I pop 'em, pop 'em to death

This ain't no motherfuckin' trend, everyday feels like the end

Feed me, feed me medicine, so I can't feel my sins

275 $uicide

[Big Grieve:]

Creeping out the motherfucking tomb

Lil' $lick been cursed since the womb

Riding in the Vette in the projects

Couple pills in me with a cocked tec

Trigger finger itching from the Hi-tech

Junkie with a $uicide mindset

Aiming for a motherfucking cops head

Murder! murder! murder!

Now they're all dead!

Burning the crucifix

Spit on your grave 'lil bitch

$carecrow don't give a fuck

Eyes rolling back as I'm whipping the Lac

We the sharks and we smell some blood

Underwater full of slaughter

Grey *59 the gods of horror

Kill the priest and burn the alter

See the greys creeping out the corner




[Yung Mutt:]

Pussy tryna throw some shade, but I'm shrugging

Throw shade at ruby you gon have to find a way to block out the sun or something

Now that pussy boy struggling

Mutt in his bitch now that pussy boy wondering

Cut in his wrists got that pussy boy stumbling

All these suckers wanna hate

I ain't gonna lie it makes my fucking day

If it fucking escalates hand Yung Simmie a banana clip

Yelling out RIP as the chopper spray

7th Ward lord got a grave full of fuckboys buried by the lake

7th Ward lord gotta pay

If you want to be a boss hog instead of a fucking slave




[Yung Simmie:]

I'm 'bout whatever you 'bout

These niggas talking just running they're mouth

I'm a block boy I came from the south

I'ma kick it with your girl then I'm kicking her out

Niggas hating on my name when they know what I'm 'bout

I've been that nigga I can be your bitch clout

I was smoking Cali weed thought it was a drought

I been had golds in my mouth

I been Mac'd up

Fucked your girl at your house

Had my feet on your couch

Left the condom wrapper out

Rap niggas all talk, fuck gossip

I'm a real nigga I be all about my profit

I pull up, do me, you don't do enough

I be smoking OG I be in the cut

Simmie Simmie two times two double cup

If you run up on me I'ma fuck you up

Nigga what is up?

Gutting Catfish

[Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard:]

It's the grey player

I'm a dame slayer

Playing games hoes peelin off my layers

Fuck a hater imma blame it on the Navigator

Never getting paper

But I got a pair of boots that was made from alligator

Fuck boy see you later keep your mouth shut

I don't fuck with traitors, gotta make a dent

In this world gotta find the flavor

Cherry marmalade bitch I spread it on my bread like a baker

Bitch I'm fuckin sunk like an anchor

Let me sink down I don't need a life saver

Bitch I made a fucking promise with the Devil that I'd trade my fucking soul so I settle with the motherfucking razor




[$witchblade $crim:]

Walk into the mind of a $uicide God

Chalk drawn lines with a body inside

Ride with the blade or the Mac or the Gauge

Lil Gage in the back make the blunts rotate

No fucking role model I die before 40

Got Xans on me now I pop more in the morning

Bitches be snapping they tits but it's boring

Rather the Hydrocodeine when I'm pouring

That codeine too weak for a fiend with a tolerance

Strip her down fuck her once then gonna rob a bitch

Grey in my eyes and my heart don't feel nothing

My fucking drug use never up for discussion

Forever ever pour that yellow yellow

Tombstone header reading Triple 6 and that's forever ever

Gutter Bravado

Gave the world my all but it ain't enough

I was down bad strugglin'

Ain't no body pick me up

Better pick a side

Who gon ride when it's slide season?

Fuck who your slime is

The tides hit they all fleein

This shit is high treason

Load the mags and wish em well

Ima spin they blocks all day lookin like a carousel

Can't you tell in spite of what you done for me

Never trust cause all you've done is come to me

Comfortably smile in your face

Big ol' shank in my back so best put that white flag up

You know how this go

It's Big Juice the OG's OG with them bankrolls

Call 614 we make packs outta pesos



I been dying on the inside

Icing out the outside

Started from the Northside

Now the gang worldwide

100k just got my ice more wetter than the navy

Wet to wavy wavy

I just smoked me up a 80

I might OD up in Prague

I might OD up in Russia

I might fly my bitch to Paris for a threesome up in London

Numbers like a pop star

But I don't got no handlers

Just a bunch of fuck boys

Telling me what standard was

I was chopping samples way before the sampler

I been out of pocket guess I'm better scrambling

I been living like who else can I offend today?

Ruby what you say?



One of a kind

See me eye to eye

Don't look twice

Bad advice

Shaking my head like I'm migrating lice

Codeine on ice with the sprite

Cherry jolly rancher to my delight

Until them blue and white lights come and ruin my night

Officer bitch made reading my rights

Take me to Tulane and broad and lock me up tight

Suicide or euthanize

Another American vice

Out of mind

Out of sight

Living your life like it comes twice

Planets align time to make a sacrifice

Thought I caught a rat turns out it was a pack of mice

Cut my wrist but I'll never slash the price

Armageddon welcome to my paradise

AM/PM

[Lil' Half Cut]

Windows down with a frown

Ash on my jeans

Been up eating beans

These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head

But I'd rather be dead

Got no bread

Out of meds

I can't find no tranquility

Put me out of my misery

Insomnia drivin' me mental, so I put it on a front like golds on my dental

My lifes accidental

At the drop of a pencil

I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I'm drivin a rental

Oh no don't tempt me

I ain't slept in six weeks

Haven't ate since wednesday

God damn I'm empty




[Yung Slumber:]

I fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed

Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet

The sun shinin bright as I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead

Some people wanna call me a pussy

Some people wanna call me a bitch

Some people wanna tell me that it ain't that bad

Lift up that shit

I wonder what they'd say after I slice my wrists

2 slits I'm gone in the endless abyss

One way street and I need a fucking lift

If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean shit

Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup

Gulping it down til' I don't give a fuck

Ultimate $uicide

[Yung Plague:]

Bitch I'm Yung Plague, with the AK steady sinning

Fuck life and everything that fucking comes with it

Put the barrel in my mouth, blow my fucking brains out

I don't give a fuck about anything, now I'm finished

Never killed a motherfucker, but that's 'bout to fucking change

Throw my ass in jail and just let me fucking decay

The world is fucking grey

I grip the fucking blade, and carve a line across my neck

And now I'm fucking saved




[Charles Lee Ray:]

Bitch I pull up in that motherfucking donk

Florida to NO, we down to catch a homi'

Bipolar switching, twitching, now I'm Tony with the Tommy

Demonic logic, I might vomit from popping narcotics

Biologic product of a savage, my mama's psychotic

Here to abolish, killing trees with the touch of my finger

My shadow's linger, the crypt keeper, it's $carecrow the reaper

Burning infernos, I'm eternal, these fuckboys just verbal

G-R-E-Y, hear the war cry of thousands that's burning




[Denzel Curry:]

My T is black, hell is dark, and so is my heart

But it's switchin' like the nigga with the You-Gi-Oh! cards

Against all odds, eyes on another when you loathe his God

The ultimate is watching, so I guess I'm in charge

And if you think that you're hard, I'ma act retarded

Why you ride bikes? Better off in a car bitch

I'm off it, stop, then I'm back in my starship

The ultimate martian in the hood will only look like I'm gothic

Steady mobbing, push it to the limit I could talk about rough bitch

Know a couple niggas that can afford the apartments

Black on black lens so I'm black and I'm heartless

Shots in the dark, I'm an excellent marksman

Chop a choppa down, come around with karma

That's why a nigga vibe when a nigga want drama

Wish a nigga would like Cosmo and Wanda

No Timmy got a long black Jimmy

Smoking on that season milli and the plug is outta Philly

And I still tote the semi when I'm runnin' through the city

Like a motherfucking renegade

Reminiscing 'bout the brothers of my old days

All back bringing back to my old ways

Closed case, peel a nigga like a young K, my nigga



Drowning in my thoughts around inside will kill me in the sleep

Feeling all my days are numbered, count until the end of me

Angel wings broken but I'll never let the devil creep

ULT for life and I'ma rap until the death of me

Drowning in my thoughts around inside will kill me in the sleep

Feelin' like all my days are numbered, count until the end of me

Angel wings broken but I'll never let the devil creep

Ultimately $uicidal that means I can never sleep

$moked Out, Loced Out (Part II)

[Lord Infamous x6:]

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin that grass up in they chest

Killaz is rollin that blunt up with that motha fuckin budda blesss




[Pontious Pilate:]

Uzi be rolling the blunt up with the mother fucking stanky sess

Put that pistol to my chest

(Bud smoke is like a killer)

I'm gone, up off that ganja

Like fuck your drama

Indo blunts all on my fingers

I got that nina

North Korea, if I see you

Chief the reefer, jeepers creepers, I'm the reaper

Up off that sack I got that pack

That indo blow, the china snow

Ain't got no hope, pass me a rope

And slit my throat

Bitch, I'm the devil

Welcome to Hades

Maybe I'm crazy, always blazing

Always sipping, codeine addicted

Come meet the Millers, ain't got no filter, the shape shifter

It's...




[Lord Infamous x6:]

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin that grass up in they chest

Killaz is rollin that blunt up with that motha fuckin budda blesss




[Yung Plague:]

Fucking Oddy got a lil fucking Versace

Rolling the dope, and I'm blowing the smoke

Yeah, it got me feeling kind of disembodied

This bitch is acting sloppy

No, this shit don't fucking shock me anymore

Poured the ho and four for the low

Told her I wanted to get blown so she sucked my dick

But I was talking bout the blunt I had already lit

Stupid ass bitch

Getting blowing, while I'm getting blown

I can't complain

Eyes redder than the cherry in my fucking name

Smoked out

Loced out

Choked out in the grow house till my brain is stained

Burning Buddha flesh

What's left of the sess gets left for the next sesh

Smokin to my death

No breath in my chest

Just leftover smoke seeping out of my vest

Fuck the government

Come and catch me the blunt is lit

Fuck jail, bitch

Shoot me now, bitch

I want to be surrounded by clouds and the fiery flames to lighten the pounds, bitch




[Lord Infamous x6:]

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin that grass up in they chest

Killaz is rollin that blunt up with that motha fuckin budda blesss




[Eddy Baker:]

I stay smoking heavy green

I stay with that sack on me

Dirty money

Keep a lot on me

Bitch, I didn't win no lottery

But nigga know I keep a lot of tree

Professional with the pottery

Got bad hipster hoes rolling up for me

Swear they can't get enough of me

Bunch of left foots while we smoke a G

That's how the pimps do still got hoes on D

Hitting my bong, I pull on her thong

Stay with the grass just like a front yard

Tipping the lean, I mix it with bars

Yellow Xanax, that shit look like Bart

Kush in my wood

It smell like some fart

Shoutout my hood

It's close to my heart

Fucking with me I'll rip out your heart

Creep in the dark

G from the start

Smoking in public just watch for the cops

They know I got grams all up in my sock

They all on my cock

Headed to the top

Won't ever stop, bitch




[Lord Infamous x6:]

Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin that grass up in they chest

Killaz is rollin that blunt up with that motha fuckin budda blesss