Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Tempura

[Yung $now:]

Long hair, don't care

Bitch, I don't give a fuck

Open me up in a new window

Talking about that bong sharing

Lawn chair chilling in the kitchen

Scrim is whipping up the dope while I'm playing Nintendo

Slit my lymph node

*59 stay in the dark

Fuck the lime light

Bitch, that's my kinfolk

Been throwed since '94

Dick throwed a little bit to the left til' I find the right hoe, oh

Really though I hate when corny motherfuckers say they got a sick flow

Sounded like Carl Winslow

Bitch, I'm spitting Dead Snow

That's a good movie

We can watch it, we can fuck and then you can go to bed, hoe

Bitch, turn off the lights

I can still see the glow

Keep it up and Ima take you home

Crib like an igloo, bitch

That's why the call me Yung $now, oh




[$lick $loth:]

It's that young pharaoh blowing on that Sarah Sparrow

Eyes looking narrow

Sipping lean with a sombrero

Rio de Janeiro paint on my fucking Chevy

Riding around with a bitch that looks like Lil' Debbie

Now tell me what you know

Young Vincent Van Goh

Lil' John Macenroe

Put the blade to my throat

It's that $uicide

My manic depressive and gun on the dresser mind state

The psycho professor, the demon possessor but never the lesser, soul mate

In a grey state

Watch me raise the crime rate

Welcome to Hell's gates, bitch

I'm that flaming dragon

Seven heads and draped in satin

Speaking tongues in Latin

Young death, Lil' famine

Cherry P.I.E.

[x4:]

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a nigga get being P.I.E




[Ruby da Cherry:]

Bitch I came here to destroy

Everything I touch turn grey

I'm lacking coin

Slit my wrist so I get paid

Fuck them other boys

I'll slap them in their fucking face

Knot the noose they think they're grey

Endless bites like a buffet

Grey *59 great white

I'll chew on your bitch and then end your shit all in the same night

Don't fuck with them fake types

I be just like moses

I make my own way like I'm parting the ocean

I'm part of the ocean

I be like a tidal wave crashing on shore in slow motion

These hoes get wet when I pull out the net

Leave em on deck just to dry then I gut em whenever I feel fucking hopeless




[x4:]

Slide for the free, kill for the fee

Pull out the stick then I pull out the ski

Put a motherfucker face on a white tee

That's what a nigga get being P.I.E




[$witchblade $crim:]

Put a motherfucker's face on a white tee

Riding in the Honda while I creep with the G

Lil uzi with the AR-teen

Hit em then we dump the bodies in a 6 foot stream

Red dot beam

Woeful king

Fiends on my line every time the phone ring

Since eighteen

Sipping codeine

Promethazine covered all on my spleen

Aqua marine trapping out of the water

My alma mater is the school of the slaughter

Every since I first heard "Wanna be a Baller"

Dreams of whipping Dubs on the Chevy Impala

The fucking shot caller

No commas or dollars

Just stank marijuana I got from Nevada

I'm hitting nirvana and fucking Madonna

Mirage of a brain that's encompassed by trauma

Temple Spray

[Lil Murder:]

Bitch, I step in your hood like it's fly by night

You got the nine? That's alright 'cause hoe I ain't 'fraid to die

Squeeze the trigger, lil pussy, see your hand shaking

When Yung Christ get to walking all the earth breaking

Koopsta Knicca reborn out the voodoo village

All these rappers fuck boys and I've been sent here to pillage

Fuck a image, this my business that I put on record

You motherfuckers Dr. Hyde and I'm Mr. Jekyl

Better yet the devil, anti-christ dripped in gold

Flip the cross up on the chain, make sure these motherfuckers know

Scarecrow and Yung Snow, we see you bitches biting

All these posi mother fuckers claiming "suicidal"

Eat my rifle




[Yung Ooze:]

Lucifer telling me that I better be in reverie

Lucifer begging me to return home

Travel the seven seas, Ruby Da cherry been burying memories

Cherishing dead enemies, never returning the throne

Please leave me the fuck alone

Fuck a hoe, plug up her soul

Find a puddle grab a shovel, let's keep digging them holes

The grass is always stained red when you slit your wrist

Grave wet from the rain, dead weight, remain dead and wait

Forever the grey, forever the grey

Forever the grey and the five and the nine and

Remember my name, remember my name

Remember my name when I die, don't reply to the devil inquiring

Souls for admiring, Satan perspiring, sign on the line

Ruby inspiring kids, get in line and see lucifer

Buyer beware of the truth and see you can be evil enough to let loose

Bitch, I got that noose

What the fuck you choose?

Choose late and lose

Individuality Was So Last Year

DON'T TRUST ANYONE!Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! (Aye!)



Crucify me wearing FTP

Cadillac swerving like it's necessary

Roll the window down

Peeking out

Carbon monoxide is leaking out

Paranoia turns me into spooky da scary

UFO sightings

I might be responsible

Veins look like lightning

Better call up the constable

Ruby unstoppable

Shit is impossible

Locked and loaded

Left a mess on the wall like the Glock exploded

Don't knock the slogan

"$UICIDE FOR LIFE"

Bitch the clock is broken

Don't try and approach me

Trying to hit my roach and hoping we can go to the liquor store if it's open

Whatchu think that we gonna become fucking friends?

It's hopeless

Better think again

Solo til the end

I'm hoping

Causing shit to bend until it's fucking broken

Ruby da Cherry fucking focused



Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! (Aye!)



Crucify me reincarnated

I am the lion riding solo til I'm in the dirt

Switch!

Now I am Beelzebub

All of the skies will fall when I rise from the earth

Switch!

Keep me an AK and keep me a Tec

Grey till the grave

Tank on my neck

Truth or dare?

Pick a dare you gonna meet death

9 millimeter

6 in the chamber

One for ya neck and one for ya head

Switch!

Now I got your bitch on my Nextel

Asking for the dick in the hotel

Fuck that

Need my fix and about 20 mil

Dead man

Skin dry

Ridin' in a hearse

Death bed

Flat line

Put me in a church

Watch the mother fucker burn

Watch the mother fucker burn!



Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! (Aye!)

20th Centurion

[Buckshotz:]

Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys whatever you wanna call it all you bitches gonna die

Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys whatever you wanna call it all you bitches gonna die




[BIG GRIEVE:]

Fuckboy!

Fuckboy!

Make a punk bitch bite the curb

American History X

Burning churches 'til they dirt

Walk off and throw up the set

Just another Sunday purge, I'm ISIS with blades and a neck

Throw his body to the herd this what happens when you flex

Fuck boy, I lace your mama's drink with LSD gave your sister mescaline

Then chased her up and down the street

Never sleep

Stay on the creep to kill you sheep

Mark of the beast

Walking disease

Hell is my theme




[Buckshotz:]

Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys whatever you wanna call it all you bitches gonna die




[LIL OOZING:]

Gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad

What the fuck your name is, boy?

I never heard of that

Germ is back in the N.O.. we made a murder pact

She let out a nervous laugh

Swimming in the deep like where the surface at?

Make the sign of the cross and then I'm skrrtin' in the church's ash

Let my soul escape I'm switching bodies like a hermit crab

Home is where the dirt is at

Lemme circle back to the days when I said "fuck the world"

It's still me versus that

Ruby stuntin' like a circus act




[Buckshotz:]

Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys whatever you wanna call it all you bitches gonna die




[GERM:]

Who that there with all that flair?

Stare into my eyes, I dare you

Ride with the carbon

Pistons in the hood

Ben Wallace with me

Just might shoot you down

Don't make no sound

Big gun sounds get to rushing, bitch

It's nothing

DirtyNasty$uicide

It's you or I

It's do or die

Bitch, it's me

I got hunnids and I heard your tank's on "E."

Boot me down, I stomp you out

Big body bitch hold on my heat

Clap 'em with the ratty just for acting all types

Of cheesy

Better believe me, hoe

Gimme the cheese and dope




[Buckshotz:]

Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys whatever you wanna call it all you bitches gonna die

Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys whatever you wanna call it all you bitches gonna die

I Dream Of Chrome

I put hemis in my auto to speed up to my bardo

Da Vinci code my blood line

Paint ya face like Leonardo

Ima grey stepper

Off the 8th letter

Check my cardiac

More turnt than the Maury show when he say you are not the dad



G

Grey the gang stain a lame with the A

R

Relapsed off them bars before I nod I pop that

E

Enigma my stigmata baby momma hollering

Y

Young Christ baby I was sent here just to die



Praise the grey

G-R-E-Y

Seize the day

No pain today

Rollin' dem blunts it's a rollover crash

Can't see a thing

Shit ain't the same

Where the fire?

I could of caught a body

Slimy highly likely crash the Masi

Oxys in my Yerba Mate diet

Slidin' flexin' hopin' they don't find me

Put up bitch better shut up

Raptor truck pulled hopped out with the cutter

Barber with me he ain't on the clock

Fades all day ima clean up the block

Stickin' and movin' I do that a lot

Rocks in my clock could've bought me a yacht

Neck look like the ocean

I need a lifeguard on god



Stand my fucking ground

Lil shawty tryna fuck me up

Spinning round and round

My head feel like tires on a bus

No fuck boys allowed

Grey 59 is an exclusive club

It looks like I drowned

All these diamonds got quality cut

Ruby such a mystery

Dodging all these inquiries

Blame my dope addiction all on made up abstract injuries

On the road to misery my feet are fucking blistery

I'm not even dead yet but all of y'all still missing me

Lemon $lime

[Yung Mutt:]

I'm getting fucked up I want to die

But I can't decide if it's cause I already fucking died

Fuck the police, bitch

I know my fucking lines

Lines of gun powder

Cocaine in my bullets

Go pick a flower for a pretty bitch

I wouldn't fucking do it

Smoking on a tree

Something you already knew

Since we asking questions now

Known I don't a-fucking-prove

Huffing glue

Candle light blue

I thought you knew




[Yung Christ:]

Pretty bitches with me cause I keep this shit 100

Start to flexing on these bitches then I get to busting

Sipping Robitussin with my mother fucking cousin

Got me fucked up because I do it how they doesn't

Two phone shawty with a bitch on both lines

Two hoes lonely because I never got the time

White trash out the slime

Codeine soda with the lime

On that Japanese time

When I'm smoking on the pine

Bitch

Golden Calf

[Lord Infamous:]

Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin' what he seekin'

Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture




[Spooky Da Scary:]

My money always gone

Prolly from all the drugs caught in my palm

Slide em down my throat and swallow without water

Dead by dawn

I told ya'll all these dark rooms in an empty house ain't nothing fun

Drugs ain't for turning up

I take em now I'm turning numb

All these hoes trying to make me cum

But I'm too fucked up

She left so now I'm rolling blunts out of the book of Psalms

Fucking rap game Ghengis Khan

Bodies piled up on the lawn

Checkmate on all these fucking pawns

The devil got my picture drawn

The devil got my picture drawn




[Lord Infamous:]

Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin' what he seekin'

Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture




[Lil Half Cut:]

Weaponary master, $carecrow in the pasture

Burn the church and flip the cross then blast the fuckin' pastor

Bitch I be that bastard these other rappers scared of

Jump a motherfucker, I ain't tryna have no fair one

Lurking at the bottom cause my problems keep on adding up

Got a couple stalkers all because the $carecrow fucked them once

Kreepin' with Ruby, he turns into Uzi

Cause motherfuckers keep on tryna get buck

One shot to the head, told Uzi he's dead

Leave them to rot never cover them up




[Lord Infamous:]

Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin' what he seekin'

Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture




[Eddy Baker:]

Little bitch don't trip I'm the shit

Flip the zip, make some chip

Really quick fast money yeah I love it

Eddy Baker stay thuggin, smoking out in public

Dope boys in my circle, we all got drugs man

Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man

Don't worry bout where I'm at bitch, I'm not your husband

An eighth in my blunt and that drink got me buzzing

That pussy nigga think that he want problems but he doesn't (really?)




[Lord Infamous:]

Bullets knocking niggas down, insistin' what he seekin'

Scalping me more damn fools than a lunatic mohican

Stalking, watch me, a weaponary master

Walkin' over dead bodies layin' in the pasture




[Fat Nick:]

Prescription drugs, misusing 'em

These dusty hoes, abusing 'em

I'm popping percs and sipping lean

Just feeding demons inside me

30 shot these Glocks gon' pop

You said you balling, where your knots

Made a fortune, whipping pots

Re up on carol city cause Canada, Canada

Run it up, fuck it up, media

Thugging and thumping, go and knock you off

I flick out my dick then I go and I dump her, I love the bitch

Never just shut up and buckle up, how ya'll saying ya'll the shit

Your numbers ain't lookin too lit

Fuck you up, go and stomp you out

In ten thousand dollar outfits

1000 Blunts

Hold tight, (You did good, $lick) hold tight

I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine

Hold tight, hold tight

I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine

Hold tight, hold tight

I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine

Hold tight, hold tight

I'm noticing the mine, I'm noticing the mine



Yo light that cigarette

I'm tripping

Ash it on my bitches

Taking my dose

I never skip it

Still in my hood up pistol gripping

Still got 100 blunts

Got that bape up in my cup

Stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts

Wetto the king of the GREY

Self park I don't fuck with valet

Sheesh

Private jet fuck a delay

Went to Paris and back in a day

Okay

No I'm never okay

Bitch stop asking

Came up and supported my family

Just for that they should give me a Grammy

Running and ducking the slammer

Thinking bot cocking the hammer

The lights the glitter the glamour

None of this shit even matters

None of this shit made me happy

Wound up in rehab instead of a casket

Locking me up and they had the rooms padded

Made a straight jacket my fashion



Ruby that motherfucker

Grim reaping

I'm undercover

Soul seeking

I found another bitch who's thinking that I'm her lover

No

Reason I keep on shrugging

Blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming

Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction

I'm a pro at self doubt but I doubt I'll ever know

That these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because I upped the glow

All these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low

And talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough

All this fame is such a curse sometimes I wish I was a ghost

Watch me raise the fucking dead next time I'm on stage at a show



Haunted, haunted

Haunted, haunted

Haunted, haunted

Haunted, haunted

I can't escape my mind

It's like I'm doing time all the time

Exhausted, lost it

Just one little line

Have this talk with God all the time, yeah

Haunted, haunted

I can't escape my mind

It's like I'm doing time all the time

Exhausted, lost it

Just one little line

Have this talk with God all the time, yeah

7th Or St. Tammany

*59 bout it, bout it

Grey bout it, bout it

$uicide bout it, bout it

Bout it, bout it

Bout it, bout it

*59 bout it, bout it

Grey bout it, bout it

$uicide bout it, bout it

Bout it, bout it

Bout it, bout it

59 hoe