Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Matte Black

You did good $lick

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto

Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet



I got the Glock in my yoga pants

Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance

Swanging that K in an open stance

Loaded from smoking that opium

Stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in

All of my walls they closing in

5150

They tryna come get me

Just minding my business and moseying

Matte black

Smoking packs

Panic attacks back to back

Xanax on my lap debating

Should I relapse?

But back to the hoe I was talking bout

I just wanna put it up in her mouth

Pimping up in my blood

Wassup cause?

Thuggin that dirty south



Four letter

Two numbers bitch

GREY*59

Three fingers in the air

Main bitch by my side

Slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter

Young Jesus with them forgi wheels

Don't walk he drive on water



Anytime, anyplace

Any hood, any state

Good til I fucking ain't

Woods to the fucking face

Riding with my baby Sage

Lines on expensive plates

Tears on my diamond chains

Stoic never looking phased

Poet when I'm spitting game

Show me how that pussy shaved

Dosage climbing with my shame

Mama crying for my pain

Will they ever understand?

Can I even help my dad?

Money fucking up my fam

Giving until there's nothing left

Pulling up in that latest "damn!"

Chopper stay on me

Don't need no hands

Prefer to be lonely

Don't need no friends

Hoe we just fucking I don't date fans

I'm with my cousin and talking plans

Went to my hood and copped some land

Blowing through my money like democrats

2 step on the IRS fuck a tax



Why the fuck you look to me for help?

There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt

I'm 31

Still don't know how to take care of myself

Honestly I'm scared that I might melt

Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt

Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt

I don't know

There's a fine line between me and you

The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and prolly puke

Dodge and juke all the bullshit ya'll try and put me through

But I'm shining

Babygirl wylin

Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes

Palm starts to sweat by the way I'm gripping my 9

Yeah I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height



Standing tall over my grave

Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved

Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made

I can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste

Just ain't my taste

Just ain't my taste



Lil shawty wanna marry me

I said "you're better off in debt"

If it didn't work out, baby, I'd be real hard to forget

Germans whips and private jets

Private beaches to access

Fuck on me, baby

I'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat

I ride for my family that's GREY*59

Try and be all I can be and not waste my time

On the brink of insanity

I can't make up my mind

Yeah I battle my vanite and think I'm blind



Four letter

Two numbers bitch

GREY*59

Three fingers in the air

Three fingers in the air



Four letter

Two numbers bitch

GREY*59

Three fingers in the air

Three fingers in the air



I ride for my family that's GREY*59

I ride for my family that's GREY*59

Try and be all I can be and not waste my time

Try and be all I can be and not waste my time

Sour Grapes

Lasting longer than a prison sentence

Oddy Nuff stay reinventing

Reinvented demon presence

Now my presence deemed offensive

Pull up in front the entrance screaming "Someone grant my death wish!

I don't get this fucking life

Bitches make my head itch

Haven't slept a wink all fucking night

Trying to win by losing twice

I can't pick one soothing vice cause I'm a heathen hooked for life

Refuse advice

Choose $UICIDE

Grey *59 is you and I

We must stay unified

We've always been the losing side



Lucifer coming straight out of hell

Slow down

Slickity Sloth that butterfly turning back to a moth

Woah now

Stay depressed suicidal

Homicidal and such

So fuck off and don't ask me about no fucking drugs

Who else wouldn't try to numb up?

Fuck rap

Fuck money

Fuck all your companies

Take the strap - reload

Now death is my company

No more people who judging me

Old fake ass industry

Now peace is my company

Slick sloth is six feet deep!

Germantown

(Smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off, stop off at the liquor store

Get some 'yac, and we headed for the Indo

Smoking-smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off at the liquor store

Get some 'yac, and we headed for the Indo)




[HU$TLE GOD:]

H-S-L be the mafia

18 wheeler, no stopping us

Popular in your area

Cut these moves marvelous

Pardon me, I mean, pardon us

Moving deep as a party bus

Blowing smoke in your residence

Nigga feeling quite excellent

Ain't no if I or when I will

Take the globe in my second hand

Call me Slim Diddy, hustle man

Toking and doing the hustle dance

Loafin' rarely, that's when I can

When I do, I'm relaxin

With two soul eaters and half a xan

Savor blunts as I plot and shoot

You puss



(Smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off, stop off at the liquor store

Get some 'yac, and we headed for the Indo

Smoking-smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off, stop off at the liquor store

Get some 'yac, and we headed for the Indo)




[YUNG MUTT:]

Brrrrat! That's the sound of a gat

Spray a chopper

Spraying Uzi's

Blocka blocka

Bullets tearing you just like a sheet of looseleaf

Give me the loot, give me the loot, please

Give me the paper, bitch, I would rather get it now than later

Tired of being broke

Skull-fuck an alligator, make his scales into a fucking robe

If I can't afford it, bitch, I'll make it on my own

Fuck a hoe

I ain't got a bone to throw

Used to bring a bitch to eat sushi with me, now I'm eating Mikimoto solo

All these hoes know not to get in Oddy's snow globe

$now Leopard keep it so cold, bitch, I got to go, hoe

Go home, don't call me

Money, money on my mind make my head so foggy

But it could be the weed regardless, Oddy still making all these bitches soggy



(Smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off, stop off at the liquor store

Get some 'yac, and we headed for the Indo

Smoking-smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off - smoking on a junt, with my niggas drinking O.E

Stop off, stop off at the liquor store

Get some 'yac, and we headed for the Indo)




[YUNG $CARECROW:]

($carecrow, $carecrow)

Smoking, cheifing

I'm that reaper

Demon creeping right beneath you

Call me Caesar, *59 leader

Beat his head in with the cleaver

I, I, I got a fever, and my sickness now is rising quick

Break, breaking the meter body temperature is "666"

Straight jacket shawty tryna calm me with a script of meds

"$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow"

All these voices I hear in my head

Now cover the bed with bodies and lead

$uicide known to be raising the dead

Walk in my shed

Feeling the dread of staring at hundreds of old severed heads

It's Hard To Win, When You Always Lose

[Future:]

I poured up a dirty Sprite again

I pop on these Percs and Vicodins




[$crim:]

'96 Impala with a bottle full of Roxys

Know I got Suboxone when I run out from the popping

Drug addicted

I admit it

I said before I ain't trying to quit it

Codeine, codeine

Got it dripping on my shirt from sloppy sipping

Popping some percs and some Vicodins

Leaning back hoping that life would end

Again and again

That's everyday

Everyday

Fuck a rehab I just wither my life away

Grey forever-ever

Drug possessors

My life expectancy up on the dresser




[Yung $lumber:]

Pathetic

I need anesthetics

I ain't energetic

All these drugs never regret it

I guess it's genetic

It ain't my aesthetic

That's fucking generic

$uicide the epidemic

Make the kids quit academics

Take drugs til' you're epileptic

Call the paramedics

Depression magnetic

I'm anti-kinetic

Fucking apathetic

Again I'm pathetic

Just move on without me and then fucking forget it

Thought I moved on but I keep forgetting

Tulane

[Yung Scarecrow:]

Been about a day since I bled in a pine bed

Get em full of dread when they find out that I'm dead

Body full of meds mislead by a pill head

Fucking infared cocked back ready for the FED

Triple six

Triple six

Rockin a upside crucifix

Luminous lunatic

Shreddin the bodies

Oh no I'm not new to this

Satanic bitches that fuck for the ritual, spiritual visuals, fuckboys habituals

Talking that shit, you don't know bitch, don't make me get physical

Walking round miserable, smoking that medical, shoot up a bag of dope

Dependent on chemicals

I'm on a pedestal neck hanging from a rope

Scarecrow the skeletal, fuck is acceptable, I have no frontal lobe




[7th Ward Dragon:]

Bitch you can never be the 7th ward dragon

Fuck NOPD and fuck JPPD

All the white flags flapping

Ruby da Cherry

What will he do to me?

I can't even imagine

Riding in a monster truck

AK tucked

47 shots is what the AK pump

I be that lakefront punk with a vacant trunk

Take some when the bass bump

Then I wait for them at the bottom of the pit

You'll be coming out the fucking bottom of my pit

That's pitbull shit

Red blood dripping off my fucking pitbull's lips

Triple the digits of 6

6 days went by

On the seventh day I shine

7th ward diamond minds illuminated by divine signs

Painted by my mind's eye

Blankets lying on a fine dime

Bitch I'm naked and I might die

Six Lines, Two Dragons, And A Messiah

Born from the slums

Cut from the womb had dope in lungs

28 grams if I wanna feel buzzed

28 xans if I wanna feel numb

Fucked in the head

Edge of my bed

Glock cocked back while I pray to the dead

If they wanna play

Get the gang on the way

Dial 333 for the God of the grey

F to the I to the v to the e to the n to the I to the n to the e

Ima k to the I to l to the l

E v e r y

Thing around me

Turn their whip to a hearse

Turn they block into dirt

Ash wednesday into dust they return

When they gone learn bout fuckin with titty

Put em in a urn roll em up in a philly



S H A M E L E double S

Dollar sign uicide

Tell me who we smokin' next

Got a hellpup with a drum better fall back

Got a big chop rolled up with a opp pack

Drawing first blood bitch I aim for the head

5 times outta 5 59 leave em dead

Gonna get mine first ain't no need for revenge

When I shoot it's to kill

You would think I'm a vet

Cause my trigger finger itchin' I'm itchi the killer instinct

Justin timber twiny glock

All of my bullets N'SYNC

Hit em with that left right

Switchin' gears lead pipe

Oh he know do Kung fu

5.7 dead rights

Dead lights

Pennywise

Oh you just a clown, huh?

Ground up

Mixin' the blood now he defeated

From the ground up, straight out the mud that's how I did it

We the founders drown in the flood that we created



Throw them 3's up

59 my gang sign slide in the range like

Keep up

All white on the inside outside that bitch

Keyed up

Scratchin my nose like I'm trackin the snow

Bitch I'm cooler than frieza

Red dot made his pop

Now he just a dead opp

Bitch I want smoke

Ruby da tyrant

I sit back and laugh while I make it rain ash

Got a blade to ya throat

Ruby da silent

Won't say a word just carve my name in your back

Spit up blood as you choke

Ruby so violent

Got choppas and ars I'm bout to turn your fucking click into ghost

Ruby defiant

My one fucking goal is to blow up the globe

Fake Pontchartrain

[Anthony Mars:]

Red tears run down my scattered face

6 blunts rolled laced

Holding the pace with fate

Hand on the wheel with my foot on the clutch

Made a deal with the devil just to get my dick sucked by 6 different bitches

Watch them switch up

Triple 6 lynches

Tie the rope up

Abusing narcotics because my life is chaotic

Don't even get no fucking pleasure whether or not its erotic

Into my grave I left my conscious there between the pistol and the blade that I had used to end my fucking fate again

I swear




[Norman Atomic:]

Hades born and raised I'm choking in the smokey blaze

I'm drowning in the local lake

I make them frozen how I flake

Draped in purple velvet cloaks

Ruby stones up in my crown

The Earth will be my fucking throne

Ruby drowned and Pluto was found

Three headed dog locked up in the pound

But I let them out every once in a while

Give me what you got and I'll put it in a pile

Burn it up then I smile

Starving

All I got is stomach bile

Number dialed

Nile flooded

Putting out the fucking fire




[Key Nyata:]

Life been gettin a little longer

Still keeping money in my bag, I'll loan ya

These niggas lyin, girl they all baloney

Most fake and the rest corny

Call up shorty, kill a nigga for me, yeah


[?]
cause I made it look super sportin

Kill for sport and pop a 40

I don't say shit, cause they know me

I call your bitch, cause she wanted to blow me

Got the money, yeah nigga show me

Got the strap and the sawed on me

Got this cash, and it's all on me

If you beefin nigga, I gotta 40

Then pop pop then you all gone yeah

Then you all gone yeah

Call my phone yeah, Suicide. Pontchartrain

Black Beard

[Yung Scarecrow:]

I got this nine on my side every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Cruising by with the shine on my teeth and on my wrist

I try to run try to hide but I can't escape the grip

Grabbing the ratchet then go Casper

Disappear into the night

I got wings but I can't fly just broken bones hang from my spine

Broken phones, ghosts on my line

Home Alone, ghosts in my mind

Blow my dome its $uicide

Down below where I reside




[Yung Plague:]

Send em in the fucking flames

Got a tank full of propane

No name on my grave

Gold chain collecting dust

I ain't trying to shine

I'm trying to light this fucking blunt

Hoes saying "Let me puff"

Bitch, get the fuck up off of my dick

Go holla at Slick he'll tell you the same

I ain't got time for a bitch

I be that dead pimp

Broke

Hit a lick, hoe

Sinking like a lead blimp

Goat bled

Sins shed

Choking Ima overdose

I'm hoping I don't get sick

Bloody 98

You did good, Slick

It's a Smash!



Killer with that AK get this motherfucker bussin'

Tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it

Creepin' on a come up I got fam that need some funding

I'm ducking for the drugging and sipping that tussin and bloating up my stomach

I need the D

The O

The P the E

Riding clean

The G the L

It's 63

Oowee

See chicken heads, they fiend for me

Yung north

S-I-D-E

W-E-T bitch



Verse two in the booth with a glock loaded

Off so many meds am I coming or I'm going?

Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it

See a dead man walking, next election he'll be voting

Pimp on a track

Mix dope with the crack

I might slide

Camo mask

Turn your hood to Iraq

Bury suckers

Fuck a groupie

That's the truth I feel like Gucci

I got 99 problems and not one is you gon' shoot me



We got inna, motherfucker

Let me know or keep your mouth shut

Slicky make a million every time I give that mouse touch

Slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump

Wetto mack a bitch play hard to get and get her mouth fucked

Sick motherfucker

No mind motherfucker

That white trash high taxed dying motherfucker



Tell the world eat my dick

Ima prick motherfucker

Life hell tough shit

I'm the bic motherfucker



Fully loaded choppa

Knew this bitch who lived on Tchoupitoulas

Bitch seemed like an opportunist

Flockin' just to jock my new shit

Stopped in Houston

Belly looking swollen

Better stop abusing wock and chewing fent

Yeah all my teeth are fucking rotten

Cruising down your block and you know Blanco lighting blunts of herb

Carefully choose your words unless you'd rather bite the fucking curb

What's the word?

Whatchu fucking heard?

Blanco smite the herd

Fuck your bitch until her spine is curved

Blanco spiked your nerves



Bitches on my dick like a love bug

Tryna get their claws up in me like a fucking mud bug

Bitch Ima smug thug

Calling up my young plug

Playa all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed

I need a breath of fresh air

Splash some water on my face

Looking back on my mistakes

Regretting them is such a waste

Keep it pimpin'

Move it forward like I'm running just to race

Devil right behind me like I finished first place



All of these haters keep wishing that they could be me

All on my steez

Spreading my wings but I ain't taking anyone under them why can't I just glide in peace

Using these drugs to release

Fucking these bitches for free

Flirting with death I keep promising things

When's he gonna know that I'm a tease and I'm just tryna get a lil sleep?

Capitalizing the G

F to the I to the V to the E

N to the I to the N to the E to the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E



For my gang I will do anything

For my gang I will do everything



Creepin' out my mothafuckin rut

Picking up all my guts and the blood I let flood through the gutters

I'm ready to make a break out and take out all of the things

I gotta put my scope on

Now I'm bouta put my red dot on and then snipe

Every one of them fuckers that wanted to believe the hype

Ima go psycho and then I'll never take another look up in my sights

Ima put a green light on my suicide

Let my wrist leak my fluids out

Never gonna be another realer than the blackmage or the G59

Any other motherfucker is chillin in the backstage or a sideline bitch



Yeah slidin' in my 69 Camaro SS

Got my dime in my lap Glock cocked in her breast

Got the 12s in the trunk

Turn it up and let it bump

Mossberg shotty pump rattle when the bass thump



Oh oh I'ma let it go go

I'm the one ya never wanna turn your back on

All of them haters hatin' on me wannabe on what I'm on

Oh y'all want me to fall off?

Oh that's too bad cuz I won't

And I'm gonna be there when every one of your souls gets dragged down to hell



I don't need anymore money I got too much that I cannot even spend

All y'all be thinkin that y'all love a rapper but y'all just be following the latest trend

I'm gettin by with the bank

Don't got a vibe with a Saint

I'm gonna paint

A pic of the blackest of Mages I'm makin' everybody question they're faith



G to the H to the O to the S to the T to the E

M to the A to the N to the E

B to the L to the A to the C to the K to the M to the A G E

Soul Doubt

[Lil No Flash:]

Sold out shows, but I don't believe in souls

So I doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole

A couple blunts I blow and now I'm idolized, a role model

That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes

I'd rather snort up roxy's 'til that dope bottle rattles

Nope, I'm not about to tackle yet another problem

I'll have to put this one at the bottom

I feel like fucking Sodom and Gomorrah, but life is sweet

Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet

Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts, sour scents are haunting my defeat

Sold out funeral, no live nation fee

Captivate 100, 000 people, still me and the reaper me

100, 000 want to meet me, I hope they'll let me be




[Lil Half Cut:]

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see

Basquiat mixed with Monet when that herron in me

Self-critic that's speaking in cryptic, defying the laws of physics

Let me be specific, sadistic, Mr. Pessimistic

$lickity $loth, the motherfucker they call the Anti-Christ

Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide"

Now I get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life

I promise it's not what it seems

Climb up just to fall down a stream

Drag me to the river

The richer I get, the worse my liver gets

No strippers on my zipper

Still in my room, keep it dark as I can

Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes

Immortalized $uicide, no, they won't forget