Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Ashes Of Luxury

Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

(Sit back, relax and chillin' man)

Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

(Rollin' in my city, makin' cheese, feelin' string)

Ayy



It's that north north player

Boy these pills ain't no bayer and this weed like an onion

You can smell it in the air

Cut throat van gogh

Slicky the picture painter

My hoe want me to save her but at best I might betray her

I was never one to fit in

Why would I bring a kid in this world fucked up and hard enough to just exist in

Riding around with that glock thinking "should I blow my tizzop?"

One last way to ball

Kill myself while getting mizzouth



Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

(Sit back, relax and chillin' man)

Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

(Rollin' in my city, makin' cheese, feelin' string)



Scrim is fucking sober but I smoke enough weed for the both of us

Honey games

My lungs are stained

Must numb my brain

I can't focus

Suppressing my emotions

Turn 'em into concrete

Let 'em sink to the bottom of the ocean

Matter fact I'll turn 'em into raw meat

Let the sharks eat

Gut the gar please

I need to smoke

Fuck

Again I'm losing focus

Hit the weed

So I can go to sleep

I hate having dreams

They're always fucked up and I wake up trying to breathe



Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

(Sit back, relax and chillin' man)

Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out

(Rollin' in my city, makin' cheese, feelin' string)

praisethedevil

[Yung $carecrow:]

Bitches at my burial

Trying to touch

$lick so grey no running blood

Skull 2 feet he's covered up with dead vines, crows, and liquid Tuss

Suicidal holocaust

For the dead I shed a tear

Cut fuck boys from ear to ear

You never see me creeping near

Triple six

Lord infamous

Dedicate my soul to he

The scarecrow that had birthed me

Screaming Ricky RIP

Creep like Koopsta

Trizzy trick

The devil's playground in my head

Live through me until I am dead

New orleans born but memphis bred




[Yung Mutt:]

I know motherfuckers wanna be grey

Burn a cig in your wrist cauterize your fuckin vein

What a shame fuck boy think he know the game but he don't know shit

Cut off his head hand his body to $lick

Told him "Do something with this"

Burn him into ash

No, put him in a ditch

Put him in the trash

Even in death he ain't shit

Bitch boy didn't even make the motherfucking list, hoe

And still Ruby ceases to exist

Whisper in the wind

Whisper on your bitch's lips

Spill two drinks for the demons and sins

I committed to nothing but I committed nonetheless

Six wishes for death

Holding my breath I got six digits

No seventh number except for my residence

Bitch I'm not heaven sent not sent to heaven

Got sixes and crucifixes

Praisethedevil

April Mourning

[$crim:]

Blood dripping off my braids

Persuade them with the blade

Bitch I call a spade a spade

There ain't no need for throwing shade

You know I keep that contraband

$uicide in high demand

Keep a hand full of them xans and a fully loaded mag

After life pimpin' got them rims on a casket

Bitches on my mattress

Fuck 'em all backwards

Walking corpse stalking courts

Show 'em no remorse

Corner store sippin' fours

Fresh up off a tour

Bitch




[Ruby da Cherry:]

Tulip flower petals shower me in slow motion while I'm blowing on some sour D

Fuck an idol

No one towers over me

Hopefully openly talking bout all of my emotions

Ocean deep

Sink into the bottom

Opening up all my fucking problems

Bitch I promise I'll become forgotten/rotten

Fucking spotted on the concrete

6 times 3

If I was a key on the board I'd probably be delete or escape

Either way you're pressing me ho

SHAMELESS $UICIDE

Woke up today looking for a fucking homicide

Magician with the glock I make it pop and blow his mind

Relapse off a pill

Fuck

It's shameless suicide

Hold up bitch shut up quit fucking with my high

Chain so cold got my neck on cryotherapy

Gang say fuck em then it's fuck em they my enemy

Rappers they delusional thinking they a friend of me

Made 100 million saying fuck you to the industry

Let me see

Pulled up on the devil and I broke hell

Let me see

I made millionaires from my coat tail

Presently

Working on a list of people dead to me

Five nine bigot ima zealot for the grey in me

Got me hot now

Fuck, don't tell me calm down

Northbound killer

With that eastern bloc sound

Dope from downtown but my house up in the sticks

My chain book of john but my wrist old testament



Woke up in the morning first feeling is the withdrawals

Then I go n check my phone

Rest in peace to my uncle charles

I'm calling ruby da cherry

The 59 consigliere

We all got crosses to carry

Scrim told me to just be ready

Is God close?

Daddy got dementia still I make it work

Big shake be the capo got ammo for any battle turf

Feelin' cursed

3rd death in a month I cannot map it out

Let's turn the world grey

It's the only way we can make it out

700 horses I floored it

I'm gon be gone til the morning

My pinky ring be a mortgage

I know they hate me

Oh well

Got dead stock pints in the storage

Go head n ship it imported

IRS hit me for 40

Got 30 birds in the mail

Either the morgue or a cell they tryna lock me up

Ima live forever

My name out and ain't no stoppin us

$UICIDE the mafia Sin Verguenza the cartel

Cocktail molotovs toss em n wish that boy well



Woke up like I gave a fuck

Blunt laced with angeldust

Another bad habit formed but I could never blame the plug

Shawty said she'll make me nut

She such a impatient slut

All up in my ear I'm bout to grab her mouth and tape it shut

Slide a razor up my wrist my fist is full of paper cuts

Me shakewell and christ gotta get this money we so shamless bruh

All of my dogs still the same old hounds that I been huntin with since I was a nameless pup

All my diamonds laser cut

All my rubies made of blood

Everything you think you know about me I just made it up

Plague ain't never chasin guts

Shawty think we dating but I tol that hoe we breakin up

Slumped and stained from taking drugs

Ruby such a lazy bum and I ain't never waking up

Snorted all my percs my stomach hurt and now I'm scraping dust

So much water round my wrist I think my fuckin bracelet rust

Took my piece right out the cake but no I never made the cut

Took my own piece right out of the pie but I ain't break the crust

My Swisher Sweet, But My Sig Sauer

I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig

I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig

I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig

I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig

I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig



Fire spitter, wood grain whipper

Percs cut out the liquor

Drank sipper

Fuck a doctor bitch

And it's still fuck my liver

Head spinner

Dior on my bitches

They all 'bout the benjis

Lane switchin', paint drippin'

Hope the feds ain't on my pimpin'

Caught the flight

We done took off we on Pluto now

Walk 'em down

His ass fried, he in them pits right now

Bounties up

Heard they want my head

This ain't GTA

NBA, ballin' like I'm Kobe

Hella choppa blades

Smokin' potent

Just put down the potion I can barely breathe

Hennessy colored Mercedes

Big body we came for the cheese

Pretty please bitch I said it once and now you gots to bleed (Ah-ah)

Forgis on the truck when I pull up it's easy (Yeah)

Bet these demons see me and they wanna be me (Yeah)

I been out my body uptop like a beanie (Yeah)

Heard that boy he crazy, he's been hot like fevers (Hey)

Please don't lose yourself, you ain't never gon' please me



I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig

I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig



Don't give no fucks, I was raised by them goons

Came out the womb, I was gripping that tool

Kept the Glock 45 in my backpack at school

Grey*59 boy and my click filled with wolves (Sheesh)

Sub 8s just to keep my fuckin' mind straight

Auto steering and I still can't even drive straight (Skrt)

Eastern bloc Wetto raising up the crime rate

$uicide, bitch, I'm everything your mom hate

G-R-E-Y 'till I die (Grey!)

Drug addicts up and down my blood line

Chains more flooded than the lower 9

Hear my battle cry (Ooh, ooh)

It's that DNS slick

Call the EMS quick

Seats color period

Paint PMSing

If them pills pressed then

It's still fuck it I'ma pop 'em

From the west of the Huey

Where pop, lock, and drop 'em



I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig

I got my Glock in my dxraws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig



Gimme all your fucking hate

I need that shit like yesterday

Only way that im able to motivate myself

"Ruby's such a loser"

Bitch I agree with you

What the hell?

Insecurity what I sell

G*59 the cartel

G*59 the army bitch im bout to buy a fucking tank

East bank bound

Bitch I'm south of the lake

Runnin' round town everyday like wow Ruby really on the prowl

Better pray

Better take your family somewhere safe

I got demons with me I might let 'em out the cage

$uicide live coming at you from the fucking grave

Bitch, I hide from the limelight

I'm chillin' in the shade

When the times right I'll be sidelined

Pay attention to my eyesight

Checkin' highlights

Find the future of the 59

Get 'em signed

Might let 'em shine bright and thats really all I gotta motherfucking say



I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig

I got my Glock in my draws

As I walk the motherfuckin' track

Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me

So I split your wig...

Phantom Menace

Back against the wall (fuck!)

And my pocket against the wall

Still hanging in the hall

Never change, I'm the same (nope)

Please don't fucking call me, no (no)

The person you are trying to reach is unavailable, aye (aye)

Remember the days, when me and $licky came to LA (hmm, hmm)

Sleepin' up-front at the Fat Nick's house


[?]
when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey)

Thats to no amount

Tell this time to really count

Whatever the fuck you said you ate is what the fuck I'm really about

Really doing drugs, unlike you do it for the clout (nah)

Really got a problem, like I'm usually backing out (yeah)

All my friends are headcases and this kid's gonna pout

Bring it back to the pizza kitchen, now clock in 'n' out

Washin' dishes, 'cause of my bitch, and a manager tripped still I'm out (I'm out)

Fuck the rap industry; I'm down for the motherfucking count (ha-ha)

All you fucking clowns, I could really do without (aye)

I'll be back, now really, really, really down



Southside maniac with the nine loaded (what?)

Northside Shawty, AKA I'm loaded (okay)

Made a couple milli' world tour (yeah)

Fuck a couple man

Bind it up, like I'm the Joker in Gotham City (ha-ha-ha!)

Before the days we used to hit up Orange Mound (hold up)

TA clothes, smart fucks gon' count (throw them hands, like)

Ridin' four deep

$moked out, loced out, $moked out, loced out (what?)

Now I'm surrounded by folks I never met

Seem like the bigger you get, equals nothing but death

But nonetheless, still 'bout them dead presidents

Innocent residence, straper looked out, begin

Funerals for the cold-blooded makeup skin (pop-pop-pop)

So I called Ruby, he said we got the blade (okay)

I'm like, okay, I got the jacket loaded in the AK

In the AK, AK



Fuck yeah!

(All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake)

When I die bury me in the grave

(All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake)

Suicide till the motherfucking grave

(All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake)

When I die bury me in the grave

(All of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of ya'll are fake)

Suicide till the motherfucking grave

Sorry For The Delay

What the fuck?

Lil Scotty in the mazi go to war like bush

I been running through New Orleans like I'm Reggie bush

Kush lit it's the pimp from the underground G

North north out the trench I keep death around me

Fuck you mean

It's that fiend

Middle fingers stay up

I got them bitches

They praying up to me like Slicky the devil or something

Hand of God

Direct the mob

To pull up and put an end date on your life

But it don't stop there

We come in and share

The other bullets with the whole second line

Goddamn

I'm a psycho when I'm manic

Goddamn

I'm fucking dykes my dick got magic

My doctors deemed me sick as fuck I guess I'll manage

Just ice me up when I take that dirt nap with them maggots



Flex my winter garments

Something fine up under my armpit

Just another bitch I harvested

I reap what I sow

All day plowing in the garden

Spread my seed on these hoes

Oddy got them thotties

On they knees 'bout to choke

Southside shawty

Put the ice in isolated

All these bitches think I'm lonely

But really I'm fuckin flakey

All these bitches tryna holla

But their voice is always shaking

I got a long ass bridge to get across baby

You won't get passed these ribs

Make sure my heart don't cave in

Would you really be 'bout it if I wasn't famous?

Always tryna get my money I call that "juicy j-ing"



Swervin' lanes

Catchin' plays

Stars in the Cullinan

Jets finna pull it in

Hoes in the hangar

Scopes on the banger

She need some money I pay her

I'll see ya later

Ruby the mayor

Scrimmy came round with them flavors

Bitches chew us now and later

Beating these bitches like walker Texas ranger

I flipped me some whips

I flipped me some hoes



You know how that shit go

I'm out the door with cash for them bows

I ain't even up my pole

These niggas hoes

I won't fold

Can't hold my tongue no more

Let's go chops out lookin' for foes

Wait watch my story unfold

Hope I don't get knocked off

Visvim socks off

Suck me 'til she lockjaw

Forgis with the top off

My wrist gone pop off

Molly look like rock salt

My nigga let shots off

We done took his top off

Bleach

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha

(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)

(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)

(In this bitch, with my cap on) Yeah

(Time to go back to speak that lingo)



I'm back in this bitch like a menace

Running these hoes just like tennis

Fuck what you thought of my image

Blocka blocka blocka blow

Semi auto with the scope

I'm back in this bitch with the cult

I'm back in this bitch with the phonk

Scrim back in this bitch better know

I'm back and I'm hating and plotting

Back and I'm scoping with robbers

Come back and then jaws get to dropping

Come hard when you step in my yard

Scamming

Gimme your card

Off of a couple them bars

Choppa k-k-kicking

Auto f-f-spitting

Talking a lot of that guala

From the eses to the shottas

Lil wetto with yoppas

Get my pills straight from the doctor

Off of the jump with my shit

Offer the dump off my hip

50 shots like I'm back in the crack

Smoking that pack off the jack



OD slowly

OD slowly, OD slowly

OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)

OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)



Hahaha

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think

Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)

Stop telling me what to think, to think

Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think

(Assumptions always being that)

Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)



I have become what I hate

Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away

Too bad that it ain't a race

Coughing my lungs out

Stuck in last place

Always in bad shape

Blunt to the face

I want all the smoke

Let me get a fucking taste

What the fuck you gotta say?

Yung plague untamed

Yung plague got nothing to hide

Now I've never been one for picking sides, but I choose $UICIDE

Yeah I reject almost everything bout this new world

I reject all the people inside

They can run

They can hide

They swim

They can fly

But I'll hunt 'em day and night for the rest of my life just to watch them die

Then shed tears like a crocodile

All the while my choppa smiles

Bite the bullet

That's not my style

Belly full of lead and stomach bile

You thought that your life would be worth while

Just another fucking rank-n-file

First came school

Then you got a job

Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle

Safe neighborhood for the domicile

Redoing the kitchen picking out new tiles

Don't touch that fucking dial

Let's see what's on TV!

World war III in a couple hours

But at least the house is clean

Bodies will be piled for miles and miles

But the maid service was free

My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell

[Sample - Tommy Wright x6:]

Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split

Die nigga die nigga die nigga die

Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask




[Yung Mutt:]

Sunk back in the driver's seat

Blunt between my lips

I'm riding with a bitch that's high as me

She ducking out

She trying to sleep

I'm ducking out

I'm trying to see the road

But all I can see are four horsemen

Coming closer to me

I think I'm about to die

We'll see

Swerving on them motherfuckers, bitch

It ain't my time

Let the world blow up first then

I might just close my eyes

It's all I really wanted my whole life

The universe won't notice bitch

You just another life

The sun'll rise

The stars have already died




[Sample - Tommy Wright x6:]

Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split

Die nigga die nigga die nigga die

Gotta be equiped with a Jason mask




[Yung Scarecrow:]

(I) see the reaper creeping as my blood is seeping

Sleeping deeper through the night so I can face my demons

(My) weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing

Death keeps cheating on my life, but on my soul it's feeding

It goes on and on and on and on and on

Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream

Screaming and needing

Yelling and pleeding that things ain't as they seem

In the cut sneaking and tweaking because I can't stop seeking

This pain is torture of horror that I'm always conceiving

CLYDE (I Hope At Least One Of My Ex-Girlfriends Hears This)

[Yung Plague:]

Trying to get on my pimp shit

But I'm stuck on my dirty tip

So I fuck an ugly bitch

All the pretty hoes ditch

Yeah they know it's no myth

I'm at large, I'm a sad sap trying out feeling good

All these cunts with a fat ass talking about my nut

Got the last laugh hopefully as long as the last laugh

Grey flags so your death mask half cocked

Shawty blast so these hands pop gats with the blast

At last the moment has passed

I got a gash in my thick skull

Throw me in the trash call for a pick up

Death over bitches all because of Crystal

Blood spilling in my motherfucking pimp cup

Used to love the bitch, now she sucking other dicks

So I cut my fucking wrists

Feel like a puddle of piss

$uicide, death of me who gives a fuck

No one




[$crim:]

$licky got the motherfucking pedigree

But generally, all my ex- hoes become my enemies

And my next hoes will deal with jealousy

From a couple chickenheads, Tori and Sophie

Couple of them bitches that ain't important

If pussy curving was a sport they'd call me Jordan

With my endorsement remaining dormant

When it come to these bitches that play informant

All the girls I done fucked with got kids or ex-husbands

They junkies or strippers but hey I'm not judging

Don't fuck with a hippy bitch, fuck with a skinny bitch

Fuck with a needy bitch, fuck with a greedy bitch

Nah I can't do that shit

Too much energy, energy spent unsuccessfully

Oh please just let me be one of your memories