Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

"Scrape"

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"[Lil Oozing:]

Bitch I got my Glock cocked, when you hear that knock knock knock

Death at the door, telling you it's time to close shop

So you drop to your knees, begging please to stop

But he's not, it's inevitable

Leave you dead on the floor

Bitch I got that mother fucking dead president flow

More Benjamins, hoe

Yeah, I'll go to your show because attendance is low

Matter fact, fuck that

Bring a backpack full of crack wrapped in dynamite

Hand it out that Friday night

Sure enough, got you fans hooked

Only way you were going to blow up, mother fucker

I'm G five nine signed

Crime don't pay but I will pay for the crime

Got the Devil on my side

Yeah, we kick it all the time

I'm the one who told him that God was a bitch

Fuck him, let's ride

Grab that cross and flip it around

Drive into town like whatsup? We down

[Trap House $crim:]

I'm the one who nailed Jesus to the cross, you feel me? I'm fucking Pontius Pilate

TRAP HOUSE $CRIM!

I'm pissing on crosses in churches

Chrome to your dome and I murk ya

Twenty deep when we ride that excursion

I'm itching for death and I'm lurking

Life full of sin

Chalk on cement

Momma be begging don't do drugs again

Murder something, hearse full of friends

Snatching up purses and kicking doors in

187, gripping Mac-11

You wanna find out if all dogs go to heaven?

Gold on my chain, drugs in my brain

I'm slicing my wrist with the mental deranged

Scrimmy insane

Dope got me numb

West Bank sewers is where I crawled out from

Smoke in my lungs, I'm about to black out

Got a bottle full of roofies that I'm about to pass out

Coke I be sniffing

Lean I be sipping

Trying to O.D. cause that's always my mission

Drug fueled demon, got to stay stoned

Walk up in hell, like, ""Hey Honey, I'm home! """

Friday The 13th    
"Yea we doing this shit. Friday the 13th in this mother fucker, what's good man?

[Lil Uzi:]

Bust a mother fucker's head open with a lead pipe

Rob a mother fucker at a red light

Bitch, if you dead wrong then that means I'm dead, right?

Shining like a light in the night full of fright

Head full of lead

Told that bitch put them meds in your Keds because them Feds be inspecting my bread

Them docs be inspecting my head

Told me there's nothing but cobwebs and lead

I'm a psycho up under your bed

Creeping and crawling

I'm stalking the sleeping

My target has weakened

I'm seeking a carcass to sleep in, wearing its bones around my neck

Hop in the deep end

Heart never beating

Scythe in my hand, bitch, I sow what I'm reaping

Slaughter the sheep and I drain out the blood

Fill up my cup, yeah I'm sipping the flood

[Trap House $crim:]

Tell ya bitch pick her lip up

She look again then she getting fucked

Ten feet of that sticky stick

Riding round with my new bitch

It's that mystic prince on that Triple 6

Sitting back with my crucifix

Put that hoe face in a pillow, I'm that scarecrow in your window

Ain't no witness in the dark

Body parts and eating hearts

Robbers, killers, cocaine dealers

Leave these fuck boys shaking looking in the face of Satan

Sold my soul, fuck the cost

Robbing these bitches and making my riches

Bitch, I swallow crucifixes, Ahhh!

Damn son, where'd ya find this?"

Ocean $Ide $Uicide   
[Yung Christ:]

I got 1, 000 razor blades

Press them in your flesh

Take my pitchfork out the fire

Soak it in your chest

Slowly creeping out, through my skin

Dead friends, on a bunch of tens

Slaughter your body

Murder with Oddy

Moderately into photography

Get the autopsy, cut through me

Only to find out that this boy don't bleed

Grab my piece, rest in peace

Just to look in the eyes of the mask

(Blast, Blast) In his ass

One to the head to make sure he passed

Casket pimping, killers with minds

Lucifer of my time

Cock that nine

Shoot his spine

Leave no witnesses behind

Puff that gas, light it up

I'm just waiting to combust

Chilling in the catacombs, bunch of dead prisoners

Off the ocean side (ocean side)

Call it suicide

Suicide is no fucking crime in the devil's eyes

Off the ocean side (ocean side)

Call it suicide

Suicide is no fucking crime in the devil's eyes

[Lil Uzi:]

I'm the freshest mother fucker in the dirt

To be dead, I had to put in work

Told them to bury me with a couple extra shirts because I know when I go to hell, the first one is getting burned off

While you're trying to get turnt up, I'm trying to get turnt off

Swerve off a cliff

Bitch, I'm burning a spliff

Feeling like I am just stuck in a GIF

Come take a dip

Fuck all the fortune and fame I just want to be tortured and put in a grave

Once I was saved, but all them rainy days gave me a reason to become one of Lucifer's slaves

Noose and a blade

Boosting the shade in my brain

Crucify me with a suit and tie

See I don't mind dying because I will die trying

Never be cruising that wave

I paved my way

I said fuck it, I am never trying to save the day

Yeah, put me on lay away

As I lay in the grave, I slay the prey

You can pray that I stay where I came

In a cave of flames, bitch

I'm grey

I'm a stain

I get blamed for shady day

I'm tame when I blaze away

I'm dead, no shame in my grave I'm chained

Off the ocean side (ocean side)

Call it suicide

Suicide is no fucking crime in the devil's eyes

Off the ocean side (ocean side)

Call it suicide

Suicide is no fucking crime in the devil's eyes

Nm Jc
[Anthony Mars:]

Cock that Glock, then I pop, pop, pop

All the bodies drop in my drop top

Holla fuck cops because I won't ever stop

Hit the Benz and I pop that lock

Screaming mother fuck the law while I ride around the block

Bitch, I'm so fucking sick with the shit that I spit

Watch them all get hit until I fucking get rich

Mother fuckers know what it is, $UICIDE

Give a fuck about life

Bitch, I'm ready to die

Scrim ain't shy

Scrim just high

Fuck all y'all busters ain't shit in my eyes

Brain on fried, Columbine mind

To kill all you fuckers and piss on your mothers

Call it what you want and call it how you see

One thing I know y'all ain't fucking with me

One thing I know y'all ain't fucking with me, bitch

[Norman Atomic:]

If it was up to me, I would fuck it up

Fuck everything and bust a nut

Yung Mutt never smiles, got to cut me one

On my flip phone dialing 911

I need a pick me up

So come and picky me up

So I can pick me up about sixty bucks worth of sticky nugs

Just a quick re-up then I'm up, up and away

Bitch, I'm grey

Take me to my fucking grave

Bitch, I'm broke like the bone in your back

Get the fuck up off my wave

Let me drown in peace, bitch

Bring a gun to the beach, bitch

Blow my brains away

Brain matter scattered in the sand

Surfing blood soaked waves

I been smoking

I been smoking

I been drinking

I been drinking

I been smoking

I been smoking

I been drinking

I been drinking

I been smoking

I been smoking

I been drinking

I been drinking

I been smoking

I been smoking

I been drinking

I been drinking

100 Blunt
$[$crim:]

Yo, light that cigarette, I'm tripping

Ash it then I flick it

Liquid got me feeling wicked

Sickening how I'm thinking

Every weekend during evenings

I'm creeping, all black secrets

Got a demon who be speaking

I swear to God, they so misleading

I'm just a skeleton in clothing

Junkie that be flowing

I be that, boogeyman in your closet

That drug money in your wallet

All black for a home invasion

Smoking that dope till I'm Asian

Up in that alley way I'm bent

Switch blade on my hip

Sipping dip that's mixed with Crys

Got me tripping, talking shit...

Got me tripping talking shit (Uh)

I'm twisted on that dip (Yea)

Got me tripping talking shit (Uh)

I'm twisted on that dip (Yea)

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

[Ruby da Cherry:]

It's that grim reaping mother fucker

Patch me up, I'm leaking

Snatch me up your bitch, I'm riding dirty swerving and I'm skewing

What I'm seeking is a soul, you could consider me a demon

Dreaming of a fuck boy massacre

Bitch, I'm scheming

Bitch, I'm steaming up some weed

And I'll be damned if you is reaching for this blunt your bitch rolled laced with your homies' ashes

I'm teasing meaning I told your bitch that we would fuck, but didn't for no reason

Please and thank you when I drop a track

My audience is a bunch of zombies teaming up to try and stop me

Tony told me it was chopper season, leave you screaming for your mommy

Spray them with that tommy, then I spray them with that Tommy

Mmm... You smell good for a dead motherfucker

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

Lettuce
[x8:]

All my niggas high

We be puffing on that loud

[Norman Atomic:]

You need to get up, get out and do something... (Psyche!)

I spend all my time trying to get high

Except during the day, that's when I'm trying to get paid

If I ain't got no green, how the fuck am I supposed to get green?

Rolling the weed, blowing the weed

Yeah, you know

Throat full of smoke, choking on the fro

Bitch, you know I got oodles and oodles of fucking o's and o's

And if I'm really fucking stoned I might give you a loan

I need a zone, meaning I'm zoned the fuck out

Watching my weight, but I'm still gaining pounds

Blowing on loud, that Boom, Bam, Pow

Knock your ass out

[Anthony Mars:]

All my hittas high, they be puffing on that loud

When I'm on that lean I don't ever make a sound

Ride around town with a pound underground

Get it down don't frown when the cops come around

Smoking and sipping, you know I stay pimping

Got 33 birds like my name was Pippen

They wishing I'm tripping about shit I envision

You got to be kidding about puffing that sticky

You with me?

Well, let me slow it down one time

I'm on their minds, they realize the real lies between thin lines

Bloody red eyes, smoking ounces

I'm, ducking and faded, patiently waiting

These pills that I'm taking, I'm chasing

With 40oz. and vaping

Nothing can save me

That purp got me hazy

I tell her look baby...

[x8:]

All my niggas high

We be puffing on that loud

100 Blunt$ (DJ Phantazm Remix)
[$crim:]

Yo, light that cigarette, that cigarette, I'm tripping

Ash it then I flick it

Liquid got me feeling, got me feeling wicked

Sickening how I'm thinking

Every weekend during evenings

I'm creeping, all black secrets

Got a demon who be speaking, who be speaking

I swear to God, they so misleading

I'm just a skeleton in clothing

Junkie that be, junkie that be, junkie that be flowing

I be that, be that, in your closet

That drug money in your wallet

All black for a home invasion

Smoking that, Smoking that dope till I'm Asian

Up in that alley way I'm bent

Switch blade on my hip

Sipping dip that's mixed 6x

With Crys

Got me tripping, talking shit...

Got me tripping talking shit (Uh)

I'm twisted on that dip (Yea)

Got me tripping talking shit (Uh)

I'm twisted on that dip (Yea)

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

[Ruby da Cherry:]

It's that grim reaping mother fucker

Patch me up, I'm leaking

Snatch me up your bitch 
[x7]

I'm riding dirty swerving and I'm skewing

What I'm seeking is a soul, you could consider me a demon

Dreaming of a 
[x5]

Fuck boy massacre

Bitch, I'm scheming

Bitch, I'm steaming up some weed

And I'll be damned if you is reaching for this blunt your bitch rolled laced with your homies' ashes

I'm teasing meaning I told your bitch that we would fuck, but didn't for no reason

Please and thank you when I drop a track

My audience is a bunch of zombies teaming up to try and stop me

Tony told me it was chopper season, leave you screaming for your mommy

Spray them with that tommy, then I spray them with that Tommy

Mmm... You smell good for a dead motherfucker

[$crim:]

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

100 blunts to the face

100 cups of the bale

$low Motion Potion
[Oddy Nuff:]

Pour the potion to slow motion

Live fast, die young, bitch, I'm coasting

Sip gas, fire tongue, bitch, I'm boasting

Grip ass, light blunts, bitch I'm looking

Open up your mother fucking mind, bitch

Out of the box, experimenting like a scientist

Scratching your head, I'll make your mother fucking mind itch

Got a date to the apocalypse with a Mayan bitch

Told her, hold up shawty

Where the fucking weed? We got to roll up, shanty

Never leave without my OZ

40 OZ's in the O.E

Just another OG, low-key mother fucker prone to nose bleeds

Hoe, please

All I need is more cheese

Better make it cheddar, bitch

I'm sharp like broke teeth

Now, hold these trophies, motherfucker

Pour the potion to slow the motion 
[x8]

[$crim:]

Here's a little story that I gots to tell

Couple grams of weed that I tried to sell

Girlie hit me up, said she wants an 8th

Told her give me ten and I'd be right at her place

Pulled up at the condo, gave a knock on the door

What I seen next, it had me on the floor

She then replied, ""Hey $crim, surprise!""

Took my hands and I rubbed my eyes

She said she's out of money, but she got something for me

Opened her legs and showed me her pussy

I said, hold up, honey, I need my paper

Following that will be a blow job later

Bougie ass girl pulled out three $20's

Told her don't ever, ever play with my money

Hit the front door like a fire exit, then Dirt scooped me up in the four door Lexus

We went to the store, copped a few phillies

Blew a few blunts, said thank you Miss Lilly

Headed to the city where the good die young

3rd coast, muddy water, West Bank coke snorters

[Supa Sortahuman:]

I got that potion that'll put you in slow mo

Take too much of this shit and you'll be saying I don't want this no more

I just want to go home

Smoke dope and fucking zone

Airplane mode on my mobile phone

Buy my bud from super hippies

Take some L n get super trippy

When I'm on a lot of drugs, swear to God you ain't fucking with me

Smoked Out, Loced Out

[Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp:]

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

[Trap House $crim:]

I need that B, that U, the D

That sticky icky, yea, that cabbage

I got to have it

I got a habit

Blowing in traffic

Smoked out, loced out

Riding with that pistol grip

Snort a little coke

Put that 30 to your head

Then I let that bitch rip

Cause you know that I'm out here, I'm grinding to get it

Kill me a OPP while I'm smoking on spinach

Blue berry kush how that spinach is scented

Shoot me a pussy, don't got time for no bitches

I need that weed, got an ounce for me

Blowing on that B-L-U-N-T

[Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp:]

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

[Lil Uzi:]

Lil Uzi got a little fucking Gucci

What's happening?

See I be wrapping up Japanese weed just like it was some sushi

Getting high with them ratchet hoes

Fuck them bougie bitches

Twisting up the blunt like it was a noose

She didn't know I beat the pussy up?

Leave them walking like a goose

I grabbed the knife, she hollered truce

I tied her tight, but she got loose

Smoking too much kill

Terrorist fumes

Now I'm plotting in the back of a hearse smoking purp, drinkin' some lean, getting head just like a guillotine

[Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp:]

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skulll