Suicideboy Songs Lyrics
$uicideboy$ Lyrics "HUNG UP ON THE COME UP"
"HUNG UP ON THE COME UP"
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Get your fucking wig split
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Get your fucking wig split
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Wig split, wig split
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Get your fucking wig split
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Keep poppin' off—
Ayy, dirty ass Air Max 95s when I step
I regret nothin', bitch, could give a fuck about respect
Could give a fuck 'bout what you think of me, I'm sick of fuckin' stress
I'll rob myself in public just so I can get a blue check
Keep a ho in check, make sure she keepin' track of all the checks
Only way she fuckin' with me, now I wished that ho the best
$uicide, I got my set
Euthanized, I'm off the Tech
Who am I? Well, take a guess
I got the blade against your neck, pressed
Eyes red as motherfuckin' blood
Victim in the tub
Roxy 30 getting crushed
Drop two sticks up in my mud
Raw dog dirty dick a bitch
Slip up on them opiates, hold up
I Milly Rock on any cop, when that Chevy hit the block
Let the chains swang, platinum teeth
Might retire any minute...
Soulja rag
Soldier tennis, whole world, bitches
Fuck who hears it
Ruby and $lick still bendin' corners 'til the coroner
Fuck your press, fuck who's next
Fuck your cypher and awards too
You a mascot
We really represent the ridiculed
(You motherfuckin' bitch!)
Get your fucking wig split
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Get your fucking wig split
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Wig split, wig split
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Get your fucking wig split
Keep poppin' off at the mouth
Keep poppin' off—
Ayy, dirty ass Air Max 95s when I step
I regret nothin', bitch, could give a fuck about respect
Could give a fuck 'bout what you think of me, I'm sick of fuckin' stress
I'll rob myself in public just so I can get a blue check
Keep a ho in check, make sure she keepin' track of all the checks
Only way she fuckin' with me, now I wished that ho the best
$uicide, I got my set
Euthanized, I'm off the Tech
Who am I? Well, take a guess
I got the blade against your neck, pressed
Eyes red as motherfuckin' blood
Victim in the tub
Roxy 30 getting crushed
Drop two sticks up in my mud
Raw dog dirty dick a bitch
Slip up on them opiates, hold up
I Milly Rock on any cop, when that Chevy hit the block
Let the chains swang, platinum teeth
Might retire any minute...
Soulja rag
Soldier tennis, whole world, bitches
Fuck who hears it
Ruby and $lick still bendin' corners 'til the coroner
Fuck your press, fuck who's next
Fuck your cypher and awards too
You a mascot
We really represent the ridiculed
(You motherfuckin' bitch!)
$uicideboy$ Lyrics "Kill Yourself (Part IV)"
"Kill Yourself (Part IV)"
They figure me a dead motherfucker
Romeo da Black Rose, sheddin' petals
Hold me over 'til they finish digging me a hole
I need a new beginning, so I tiptoe behind my foe's, bitch
Unzip, I'm throwing it into that bitch's hole
Calling all my enemies the same place where that dick go
Fuck an online pussyboy talkin' shit
Acting like it was a brick thrown through a window
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me
Some slick hoes might catch me froze, but soon they will desert me
Get rich, blow that smoke in O's, don't ever act so thirsty
Sick diss though, fuck all this, slowly die before I'm thirty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Isn't it so convincing how that blade slide 'cross my throat?
Coke residue all in my nose
Couple graves dug for my foes and it goes (Eyes, eyes)
On and on, my girlfriend calling my phone
Ain't seen her in about a week, this depression got me weak
Ever wake up every day and you want to die? (Death!)
Life going good, can't figure out why
Blank walls all around me, keep the pills nearby
Playin' with the nine, then I close my eyes
$uicide only thing gonna gratify this urge to leave
Can't you hear my plea? I'm down on my knees
Eyes, eyes (Tickle)
Eyes, eyes (Tickle)
$uicideboy$ Lyrics "Either Hated Or Ignored"
"Either Hated Or Ignored"
Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'
$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care, Norfside, shit, where the fuck that been
R.I.P, $lick $loth...
Playa hataz surround me
Like vultures on a dead body
Get the fuck from 'round me
Ain't tryna be ya' fuckin' friend
White boy with the nappy hair
Bought the platinums, nah not double-O bruh
Bunch of all you thirsty
30 somethin' motherfuckin bald head headass
Boy get off this playa's nuts
Test your luck, might catch slugs
This that middle finger up
Shit, fuck a bitch
And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
Tell me really
How does it feel?
If you were in the field believin' the vision that we livin'
Fuck the flux there's no competition
We got the leverage
Fuck you punks we stocked with weapons
47's 45's Tec's
Poles on this cut throat boy
There's more than one reason that I'm a
R.I.P boy
Ain't broke
I gotta a lotta fuckin' bread
Now I've seen the globe
Puff another load
Sitting in another lead pipe
Cause my pockets got a lot of fucking holes leaving trails of the crumbs
So them fuckboys will follow, yeah
Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
But roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
It's a tough pill to kick
Always fall short
Standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
The money, the bitches, the fame feelin' like a whore
Now I'm smokin' more ports and I'm closer to death
Then I was when I was poor
Coke and bitches in the kitchen passin' out on the couch
I'll die from bein' bored
He'll die from bein' bored
Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song for Yung Snow, putting in hours at the morgue
Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care, Norfside, shit, where the fuck that been
R.I.P, $lick $loth...
Playa hataz surround me
Like vultures on a dead body
Get the fuck from 'round me
Ain't tryna be ya' fuckin' friend
White boy with the nappy hair
Bought the platinums, nah not double-O bruh
Bunch of all you thirsty
30 somethin' motherfuckin bald head headass
Boy get off this playa's nuts
Test your luck, might catch slugs
This that middle finger up
Shit, fuck a bitch
And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
Tell me really
How does it feel?
If you were in the field believin' the vision that we livin'
Fuck the flux there's no competition
We got the leverage
Fuck you punks we stocked with weapons
47's 45's Tec's
Poles on this cut throat boy
There's more than one reason that I'm a
R.I.P boy
Ain't broke
I gotta a lotta fuckin' bread
Now I've seen the globe
Puff another load
Sitting in another lead pipe
Cause my pockets got a lot of fucking holes leaving trails of the crumbs
So them fuckboys will follow, yeah
Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
But roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
It's a tough pill to kick
Always fall short
Standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
The money, the bitches, the fame feelin' like a whore
Now I'm smokin' more ports and I'm closer to death
Then I was when I was poor
Coke and bitches in the kitchen passin' out on the couch
I'll die from bein' bored
He'll die from bein' bored
Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
Sing a sad ass song for Yung Snow, putting in hours at the morgue
Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword blizzard storm when I fucking mourn
$uicideboy$ Lyrics "Ma$k & Da Glock"
"Ma$k & Da Glock"
(feat. Trippy tha Kid)
[Project Pat:]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
[$lick $loth:]
Ain't got no job, so I steal and rob
Mask and the Glock, keep it hot
This that ghetto God, popping shots
Bumbaclot
Fresh up out of jail
Got that devil in me with that semi loaded, have your pockets empty
This a stick up, stick up
This a stick up mother fucker
Load my clip up, click up
Point it to his dick sucker
Bust the first one, go dumb
Toe tag a mother fucker
Catch him slipping, no description when that ski up on my face
Now he victim of my mission to get that money out the safe
For that paper I don't play
Call Uzi to make this play and tell him...
[Project Pat:]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
[Yung Mutt:]
Suckas say they hanging ten, so I leave them hanging out to dry, bitch
I'm the great white of the Grey Five Nine
Hibernating from nine to five
Then it's back to buzzing with my cousin in the hive
We been some busy bees, not after honeys just them dollar signs
Still finding time to smoke, call me Papa Pine
Spot a spine
Chop and grind
Spark a shine
Top of the line, I'm mopping slime
Yeah, that's right I'm clean as fuck
Fuck your team you punk
Had your hoes pussy for lunch
For dinner, I will kill her
Dump her body in the river
Shivering shoulder like a blizzard in Boulder
Colder than a dead body
Ahhhhh
[Project Pat:]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
[Trippy tha Kid:]
Why? Why? Why?
Why do I do this to myself?
And why I am fucking with my health?
I really don't know
But you really don't know me
Or what I got under my belt?
I'm champion, I'm ready to rumble
Pass it around like weed in a huddle
Crazy, wild, get buck like uncle
Fuck what you want, I love what I got
Don't fuck with the kid, I'm dope with the bundle
Banging like thunder, above and beyond
While you standing under my feet in umbrellas, I'm making it rain
This acid I spit, I kill it for days
I rap because I love it, you do it for plays
Yea, I love views but I rather be great
Than just be okay and get bitches for days
While you fucking that skank, I make love to my wave
I become my music, I do not abuse it, this isn't a phase
Bitch!
[Project Pat:]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
[$lick $loth:]
Ain't got no job, so I steal and rob
Mask and the Glock, keep it hot
This that ghetto God, popping shots
Bumbaclot
Fresh up out of jail
Got that devil in me with that semi loaded, have your pockets empty
This a stick up, stick up
This a stick up mother fucker
Load my clip up, click up
Point it to his dick sucker
Bust the first one, go dumb
Toe tag a mother fucker
Catch him slipping, no description when that ski up on my face
Now he victim of my mission to get that money out the safe
For that paper I don't play
Call Uzi to make this play and tell him...
[Project Pat:]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
[Yung Mutt:]
Suckas say they hanging ten, so I leave them hanging out to dry, bitch
I'm the great white of the Grey Five Nine
Hibernating from nine to five
Then it's back to buzzing with my cousin in the hive
We been some busy bees, not after honeys just them dollar signs
Still finding time to smoke, call me Papa Pine
Spot a spine
Chop and grind
Spark a shine
Top of the line, I'm mopping slime
Yeah, that's right I'm clean as fuck
Fuck your team you punk
Had your hoes pussy for lunch
For dinner, I will kill her
Dump her body in the river
Shivering shoulder like a blizzard in Boulder
Colder than a dead body
Ahhhhh
[Project Pat:]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
[Trippy tha Kid:]
Why? Why? Why?
Why do I do this to myself?
And why I am fucking with my health?
I really don't know
But you really don't know me
Or what I got under my belt?
I'm champion, I'm ready to rumble
Pass it around like weed in a huddle
Crazy, wild, get buck like uncle
Fuck what you want, I love what I got
Don't fuck with the kid, I'm dope with the bundle
Banging like thunder, above and beyond
While you standing under my feet in umbrellas, I'm making it rain
This acid I spit, I kill it for days
I rap because I love it, you do it for plays
Yea, I love views but I rather be great
Than just be okay and get bitches for days
While you fucking that skank, I make love to my wave
I become my music, I do not abuse it, this isn't a phase
Bitch!
[Project Pat:]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, bre-break, bre-bre-break)
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
(Pop pop 'till you drop, body full of bullet holes)
$uicideboy$ Lyrics "Maple $yrup"
"Maple $yrup"
(feat. Bones)
[Yung Christ:]
Yung Christ
5-9
Crack up in my swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got me twisted
Now we G-59 the misfits
Swerving and I'm fucked up
Serving time I'm locked up
Chopper spraying mac truck
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs
All my homies thugs
Bitches fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
This that flex on them with no mercy
That text I get at 1: 30
Yo bitch begging to get fucked
Leggings on but I rip them up
Just enough to slide up in
All about them Benjamin's
Dead presidents
I'm heaven sent
You just a fuck boy
That's irrelevant
Bow down to your sensei
You talking to a God boy
[Yung Mutt:]
(G-59 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Swerving passed the Church in all black clothing
Holding up a middle finger
Mac showing
Throwing cash hoes run and clash
Get their back broken
Pop the cap open
Throat soaking in some liquid potion
Ocean motion
Toasting to the stars
Got a great view from Mars
Spit a couple bars just to show it ain't hard
'59 ain't far from the start
All brain and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
Make sure you aim the dart
[Bones:]
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Got ash on my shirt
But I'm me so it never matters
Fuck a job stay at home
Rolling bones until I'm gone
Hair ties on my wrist
This the doped up ghost
Laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap because they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
Laying in my bed now
Feeling kind of dead now
Money stashed up in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap because they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
Yung Christ
5-9
Crack up in my swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got me twisted
Now we G-59 the misfits
Swerving and I'm fucked up
Serving time I'm locked up
Chopper spraying mac truck
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs
All my homies thugs
Bitches fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
This that flex on them with no mercy
That text I get at 1: 30
Yo bitch begging to get fucked
Leggings on but I rip them up
Just enough to slide up in
All about them Benjamin's
Dead presidents
I'm heaven sent
You just a fuck boy
That's irrelevant
Bow down to your sensei
You talking to a God boy
[Yung Mutt:]
(G-59 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Swerving passed the Church in all black clothing
Holding up a middle finger
Mac showing
Throwing cash hoes run and clash
Get their back broken
Pop the cap open
Throat soaking in some liquid potion
Ocean motion
Toasting to the stars
Got a great view from Mars
Spit a couple bars just to show it ain't hard
'59 ain't far from the start
All brain and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
Make sure you aim the dart
[Bones:]
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Got ash on my shirt
But I'm me so it never matters
Fuck a job stay at home
Rolling bones until I'm gone
Hair ties on my wrist
This the doped up ghost
Laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap because they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
Laying in my bed now
Feeling kind of dead now
Money stashed up in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap because they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
$uicideboy$ Lyrics "Datura"
"Datura"
(from "FAST X" soundtrack)
You know my neck on Medici
10 milli off a PC
Looking for that coke? Lemme holler at my KiKi
Box Chevy kiwi
Under water, smoking seaweed
Drop my kids in her field like they gonna play pee-wee
Ay, Northside
Get the gat, get the gat
From that 504
Where they screaming, "Who dat?"
From that east bloc
Backwood hood rats
Now take this fuckin' track so I can piss all on that plaque
Run up on my block and they gon' try and shoot
Ruby steady kickin' it wit yo bitch and we start knockin' boots
She keep tryna suck all on my dick like she got a rotten tooth
Inside of the whip looks like a motherfuckin' prostitute
Leopard pull up in a Delta 88, all black n gold
Radiating platinum smoke
Satiate your blackened soul
Bitch, I got 'em all running scared while I laugh alone
Yeah. they try to snag the throne
Turn 'em to a fuckin' bag of bones, oh
$uicideboy$ Lyrics "FUCKALLOFYOU2K18"
"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
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
$uicideboy$ Lyrics "Kill Your$elf (Leaned Out Rmx)"
"Kill Your$elf (Leaned Out Rmx)"
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Suicide
[Oddy Nuff:]
They figure me a dead motherfucker
Leaving mother fucker's heads stuck under the covers
But I wonder if they know I got a suicide kick
Granting me a death wish
Razor blade sliding up my wrist, uh
Unleash the lead from my pistol into my head
Pouring Cristal on my dead body
Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my lawn
Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy
Or Ruby da Cherry
No this not blood it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry
Take a little sip
Poisoning the pit
Half dead motherfuckers throwing up the click
Slick Sloth telling me we got to dip
Calling on Shenron
Grant me a wish
I wish that you could enter the dragon
The chambers of the triple six
So I can stop the bragging
That will never happen
I'm in the back of a wagon slitting my wrists
Wave a blood stain white flag
Dragging my body into the mist
Take your best shot
Aim it, cock it
Know you're going to miss
Not leaving a note, I'm leaving a list
$uicideboy bitch
[$lick $loth:]
Fuck her one time and I pull out
Cock it one time this a shoot out
Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we don't love them
Got a Ford with a trunk in the back where we stuff them
Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches
Ever heard of Gotti, do you get the picture?
Mother fuckers couldn't even hold my jock strap
Glock strap fully loaded, dog, fuck rap
Cause I kill for the fun
Pop a pill with a nun
Bitch I dance on the sun
Go and take a little bump
Fuck a chump with a pump
I made you, so how you going to break me?
But, I guess the spot light breeds envy
But, tempt me with one wrong move, I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose
Hit the snooze
Drinking booze, I'm a fool with the tool
Buried in the backyard with an underground pool
$uicideboy$, go and kill yourself
Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health
Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck help
And fuck wealth, here's a Benji for you broke bitches
Card's dealt, go and pass me the rope bitches
Ahhhhh
Sui-sui-cide
Suicide
Sui-sui-cide
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[Oddy Nuff:]
They figure me a dead motherfucker
Leaving mother fucker's heads stuck under the covers
But I wonder if they know I got a suicide kick
Granting me a death wish
Razor blade sliding up my wrist, uh
Unleash the lead from my pistol into my head
Pouring Cristal on my dead body
Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my lawn
Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy
Or Ruby da Cherry
No this not blood it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry
Take a little sip
Poisoning the pit
Half dead motherfuckers throwing up the click
Slick Sloth telling me we got to dip
Calling on Shenron
Grant me a wish
I wish that you could enter the dragon
The chambers of the triple six
So I can stop the bragging
That will never happen
I'm in the back of a wagon slitting my wrists
Wave a blood stain white flag
Dragging my body into the mist
Take your best shot
Aim it, cock it
Know you're going to miss
Not leaving a note, I'm leaving a list
$uicideboy bitch
[$lick $loth:]
Fuck her one time and I pull out
Cock it one time this a shoot out
Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we don't love them
Got a Ford with a trunk in the back where we stuff them
Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches
Ever heard of Gotti, do you get the picture?
Mother fuckers couldn't even hold my jock strap
Glock strap fully loaded, dog, fuck rap
Cause I kill for the fun
Pop a pill with a nun
Bitch I dance on the sun
Go and take a little bump
Fuck a chump with a pump
I made you, so how you going to break me?
But, I guess the spot light breeds envy
But, tempt me with one wrong move, I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose
Hit the snooze
Drinking booze, I'm a fool with the tool
Buried in the backyard with an underground pool
$uicideboy$, go and kill yourself
Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health
Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck help
And fuck wealth, here's a Benji for you broke bitches
Card's dealt, go and pass me the rope bitches
Ahhhhh
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$uicideboy$ Lyrics "Kill Your$elf"
"Kill Your$elf"
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[Oddy Nuff:]
They figure me a dead motherfucker
Leaving mother fucker's heads stuck under the covers
But I wonder if they know I got a suicide kick
Granting me a death wish
Razor blade sliding up my wrist, uh
Unleash the lead from my pistol into my head
Pouring Cristal on my dead body
Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my lawn
Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy
Or Ruby da Cherry
No this not blood it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry
Take a little sip
Poisoning the pit
Half dead motherfuckers throwing up the click
Slick Sloth telling me we got to dip
Calling on Shenron
Grant me a wish
I wish that you could enter the dragon
The chambers of the triple six
So I can stop the bragging
That will never happen
I'm in the back of a wagon slitting my wrists
Wave a blood stain white flag
Dragging my body into the mist
Take your best shot
Aim it, cock it
Know you're going to miss
Not leaving a note, I'm leaving a list
$uicideboy bitch
[$lick $loth:]
Fuck her one time and I pull out
Cock it one time this a shoot out
Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we don't love them
Got a Ford with a trunk in the back where we stuff them
Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches
Ever heard of Gotti, do you get the picture?
Mother fuckers couldn't even hold my jock strap
Glock strap fully loaded, dog, fuck rap
Cause I kill for the fun
Pop a pill with a nun
Bitch I dance on the sun
Go and take a little bump
Fuck a chump with a pump
I made you, so how you going to break me?
But, I guess the spot light breeds envy
But, tempt me with one wrong move, I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose
Hit the snooze
Drinking booze, I'm a fool with the tool
Buried in the backyard with an underground pool
$uicideboy$, go and kill yourself
Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health
Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck help
And fuck wealth, here's a Benji for you broke bitches
Card's dealt, go and pass me the rope bitches
Ahhhhh
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[Oddy Nuff:]
They figure me a dead motherfucker
Leaving mother fucker's heads stuck under the covers
But I wonder if they know I got a suicide kick
Granting me a death wish
Razor blade sliding up my wrist, uh
Unleash the lead from my pistol into my head
Pouring Cristal on my dead body
Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my lawn
Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Oddy
Or Ruby da Cherry
No this not blood it's just muscadine made from the juice of the berry
Take a little sip
Poisoning the pit
Half dead motherfuckers throwing up the click
Slick Sloth telling me we got to dip
Calling on Shenron
Grant me a wish
I wish that you could enter the dragon
The chambers of the triple six
So I can stop the bragging
That will never happen
I'm in the back of a wagon slitting my wrists
Wave a blood stain white flag
Dragging my body into the mist
Take your best shot
Aim it, cock it
Know you're going to miss
Not leaving a note, I'm leaving a list
$uicideboy bitch
[$lick $loth:]
Fuck her one time and I pull out
Cock it one time this a shoot out
Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we don't love them
Got a Ford with a trunk in the back where we stuff them
Sick and tired of boys acting like bitches
Ever heard of Gotti, do you get the picture?
Mother fuckers couldn't even hold my jock strap
Glock strap fully loaded, dog, fuck rap
Cause I kill for the fun
Pop a pill with a nun
Bitch I dance on the sun
Go and take a little bump
Fuck a chump with a pump
I made you, so how you going to break me?
But, I guess the spot light breeds envy
But, tempt me with one wrong move, I can put it in your life, either way I don't lose
Hit the snooze
Drinking booze, I'm a fool with the tool
Buried in the backyard with an underground pool
$uicideboy$, go and kill yourself
Doing drug after drug, dog, fuck health
Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck help
And fuck wealth, here's a Benji for you broke bitches
Card's dealt, go and pass me the rope bitches
Ahhhhh
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$uicideboy$ Lyrics "Maple $yrup (DJ Poliwhirl Remix)"
"Maple $yrup (DJ Poliwhirl Remix)"
(feat. Bones)
[Yung Christ:]
Yung Christ
5-9
Crack up in my swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Blowing bitches kisses
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got my twisted
Now we G*59 the misfits
Swerving and I'm fucked up
Serving time I'm locked up
Chopper spraying mac truck
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs
All my homies thugs
Bitches bitches fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
This that flex on them with no mercy
That text I get at 1: 30
Bitch bitch begging to get fucked
Leggings on but I rip them up
Just enough to slide up in
All about them Benjamin's
Dead presidents
I'm heaven sent
You just a fuck boy
That's irrelevant
Bow down to your sensei
You talking to a God boy
[Yung Mutt:]
G-59 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Swerving passed the Church in all black clothing
Holding up a middle finger
Mac showing
Throwing cash hoes run and clash
Get their back broken
Pop the cap open
Throat soaking in some liquid potion
Ocean motion motion
Toasting to the stars
Got a great view from Mars
Spit a couple bars just to show it
*59 ain't far from the start
All brain and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
You aim the dart
[Bones:]
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Ash on my shirt
But I'm me so it never matters
Fuck a job stay at home
Rolling bones until I'm gone
Ties on my wrist
This the doped up ghost
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
This the doped up ghost
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
Yung Christ
5-9
Crack up in my swisher
Blowing bitches kisses
Blowing bitches kisses
Blowing bitches kisses
Syrup got my twisted
Now we G*59 the misfits
Swerving and I'm fucked up
Serving time I'm locked up
Chopper spraying mac truck
You live a life of bad luck
All my hoes do drugs
All my homies thugs
Bitches bitches fucking scrubs
Explorer on some dubs
This that flex on them with no mercy
That text I get at 1: 30
Bitch bitch begging to get fucked
Leggings on but I rip them up
Just enough to slide up in
All about them Benjamin's
Dead presidents
I'm heaven sent
You just a fuck boy
That's irrelevant
Bow down to your sensei
You talking to a God boy
[Yung Mutt:]
G-59 Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Swerving passed the Church in all black clothing
Holding up a middle finger
Mac showing
Throwing cash hoes run and clash
Get their back broken
Pop the cap open
Throat soaking in some liquid potion
Ocean motion motion
Toasting to the stars
Got a great view from Mars
Spit a couple bars just to show it
*59 ain't far from the start
All brain and heart
Gotta play your part in the game
You aim the dart
[Bones:]
Fresh fruit by the platter
Sipping water
Hear it splatter
Ash on my shirt
But I'm me so it never matters
Fuck a job stay at home
Rolling bones until I'm gone
Ties on my wrist
This the doped up ghost
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
This the doped up ghost
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more
Laying laying in my bed feeling dead now
Money stashed in my pockets with the bands now
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated because I cannot take this shit no more