Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Fema Camps

[$LICK $LOTH:]

Creeping at night ready to take your fucking life

Roll the dice

Never think twice

Killing these bitches will always suffice

1-8-7, drinking red rum

Murder to me is fun

Ski-mask and the gloves I feel no love

Fear no one

One shot they done

Pistol grippers bag with zippers

$UICIDEBOY$ come equipped with pistols

Holding the TEC

Blade at your neck

In the middle of the street hollering out, "Who's next?"

Buck 'em and stuff 'em, leave in the sheets

To a player like me; six feet ain't deep

Dead dope fiend with a pound in the seat

Fuck police and fuck your peace

Capping and dapping that Uzi be slapping

Fuck all that scrapping your brain I'm attacking

Just loced out sipping codeine

$UICIDEBOY$, bitch, trick or treat




[Interlude:]

"Crowds have been gathering around Washington DC and even right in front of the Justice Department here in Washington, crowds of protestors are all gathered, that is despite the news, Officer Darren Wilson wandered out. Over the weekend, Officer Wilson resigned from the Ferguson Police Department, his resignation coming just days after a grand jury decided not to indite him in the fatal shooting of Michael Brown."

"Darren Wilson, did, ah... Fundraising, did produce upwards of $200.000 dollars for Darren Wilson, but from that $200.000 he had to buy a new house..."




[LIL OOZING:]

$lick told me, "Light 'em up!"

Thought he meant all the blunts Smurf was fucking piling up

Now I'm high as fuck

Fuck

Now I can't tell who's my enemies

Good thing I got ten of these felonies caused by my separate identities

Sending me to the loony bin again I sin with no penalties

Kick it like a fucking centipede

Creeping crawling with no remedy

I'll piss on your fucking centerpiece

Smoke in this bitch

Now I'm smoking a bitch

Yeah, I'm loading the clip

Put the roach to my lips

Now I'm blowing a kiss to your bitch

Drop dead in a pit

You should have already known what this is




[Interlude:]

"After he said, "I don't know anything about the facts, or if the cop acted stupid", this is a lawyer who said that, and who—and who holds himself as a constitutional organ, he clearly decides there was going to clear it, right from the get-go."

"Right, and I think that the point is now they're gun shy, they don't want to, they don't want to do that again, they, they tried a little bit more with Trayvon Martin, when they said, you know, but I've had a son who looked like Trayvon, that was seen as going too far by some, they just do not want to do anything controversial, they wanna have meetings behind closed doors, this is the safest job for them"




[Black Smurf:]

It's hustle

I see you looking, watch to see how I'm doin', me boy

You might've lowered, you see me cake, you wanna plot on me, boy

I fill you up, come playin' fish, to beat the life out you, boy

Says you're a gangster, playing games

That's where your mind is destroyed

You all will go and get you head behind them bars of them, boy

These streets a trap, no comin' back

Mind when you walk through them doors

Hey, 'member all that shady streets, they let me butcher your gang

He be like really goofy shit, still forgiving your brain

All the time that you with me, we roll the gas

Smokin' at a hotel like Lil' C

Packin' on heat but a nigga still eat

Cali kush got a nigga feeling like, Jesus, yes

Smoke every nigga, I will confess

I'm addicted to the weed and cess

But man, it's a fight till I reach by death

It's hustle

Planting The Roots Only To Fall Out The Tree

[LIL CIG:]

(I keep on, I keep on, I keep on, I keep on)

I keep on strolling with no control of my thoughts or life

Seems like my home has become something I can't recognize

Doubters turn to believers but fuck, I'm not surprised

I miss my cousin so much, yet he's still by my side

Crazy how friends switch it, asking how they can get a picture

What happened to "what's up homie? How you doing?

Goddamn, I miss ya"

Don't want to be nowhere else, so I'm making myself

Create this hell in the place I dwell

Stuck in an open cell, take me back 'fore the levees fell




[7TH WARD LORD:]

Yeah, I be that 7th Ward Lord with them devil horns

Born and raised in the waves of the storm

The flood has left me wet and torn

The Garden of Eden destroyed by Babylon demons

They poured the chlorine with no warning

Petals on the floor freezing

A world once unexplored

I think I'm Marco Polo covered in thorns

Set my compass to avoid tethered forms

New Orleans is war torn, I ain't betting scores

And all of my friends are now whores

And I'm bored of all the replication of the life

I once lived in the city I once adored

Carrollton

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man



You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you

I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable

Unforgivable

Once you cross me, hoe

Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!)

Let the gun bang

Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same

"Savage" tatted on my face

Grey ape

Blazin' while we hotbox

Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot

Watch me bust on any block

Northside knotty

Scope on the shotty

Semi blow ya' body

Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch

I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy

You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me

I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody

Norf, Norf, East Side *59

Tony gripping Tommy

Fuck around end up with your body, autopsy

I be that walking zombie, bath salts

Eating bodies

Three choppas and a shotty shooting everybody

Cigarette wet

Bumping Boosie Badazz

On them drugs, jiggin'

Jaws locked-clinching

Trigger finger itching if you think I'm kidding

Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy

Fuck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy

Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do

Motherfuck you and (Ruby) your punk friends too



(Ruby) blunt lit lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting

Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king

I can hear my dead homies sing

Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye

Hol' up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?

Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002

What it do?

Motherfucker I'ma fool

Ruby Da Cherry is ghouling with goblins

If you got a problem, then you better move

From the womb to the tomb

Busting out early, busting out soon

Black out the city, I'm back on them 30s

In 'bout 20 minutes we'll be on the moon, uh

Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck

Slap my face against a pill to crush it up

Government ID helps me get high

Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam

Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee

Mighty sloppy might be cocky

Am I in the right scene?

Highly unlikey, and I'm willing to fucking bet

Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet

I'm a fucking vet

I'm a motherfucking threat

G*59 the set

G*59 will make you sweat

"I don't give a fuck" is my fucking epithet

Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates

7th Ward by the lake 'till my death



"You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night,

Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again!"

Newport Reds

[Gangsta Blac:]

(Triple six, triple six, triple six, triple six...)




[OG GIRAFFE NECK:]

Well it's that Black $uicide coming in the 3rd degree

Yung $carecrow walking around with the dope and serving fiends

That H-U-S-T-L-E

Grey*59 my family

I'm screaming "triple 6!"

Satan, please come and intervene



I'm smoking the Cali, the kushy, the purple, the widow

Promethazine, codeine, that's laced on my indo

The message is coded through all of my windows

I'm stuck in a limbo in a world of benzos...

Feeling extravagant

Feeling inhabitant

Devil's the advocate

Pills are the sacrament

Chasing it all with 8 ounces of Actavis




[Gangsta Blac:]

(Triple six, triple six, triple six, triple six...)




[Black Smurf:]

Like 12 am in the morning

I'm off that shit sleep back go back sleep

Once again on the benzos, I take the valium, I'm walkin' away

As soon as in complete control again

Levitation came through my skin

While I'm faded and feel the love again

Shredded

Quit 'til I sit and see how much life still so full of shit

Then again, I'm unraveling stuff

Twisting and dragging

Since hypnotizing my mind at 6:30

Minutes before I knew the new ground was kicked and on his wave

Here I go again




[Gangsta Blac:]

(Triple six, triple six, triple six, triple six...)




[OG LION MANE:]

Oddy keep on popping all these pills

I got a problem, I can't stop it

All these toxins in my blood

I am the flood

I am the butterfly splattered upon the windshield of a car going 100 miles an hour

Bitch, I'm sour from all these emotions

Leave me floating

Ain't no coward

About to blow my head open

Watch my blood shower the pavement

Waiting for these drugs to save me, but they made me

So I thank thee for what I've become

A dumb motherfucker on the run

WiFi Password Incorrect

[RUBY DA CHERRY:]

(Yah, yah, yah)

Well it is good to be back with my brothers, my family

Hustle my way through this life

Keep on handing me cash, now I got all these bands on me

Bag full of weed, keep on stranding me

Try understanding me

Smoke half an O, now I look like a manatee, uh

Hoes keep on fanning me, yeah, they know

$now like it cold like a cup full of ice

Keep on pourin' that tangerine

Hop on my dick like a trampoline

Plan on me kicking you out, here's some money for gasoline

Bitch thought I loved her, but that was a fantasy

I was just practicing

Managing vanity, causing insanity

Look at my gun like you reading a magazine

Blow off your head, now the back of it look like a galaxy

Suffer from apathy; still never catching me, yuh




[$LICK $LOTH:]

(Flex, $ui– flex, G)

G*59, $uicide

Just a junkie who won't die

Fight or flight, bet I might

Shoot a fuckboy's face tonight

These hoes be throwing pussy, but I couldn't fuck her if I tried

Just pass her to my cousin, let him bust that fucking bitch's spine, hoe

Just made five racks in a week

Still on the floor tryna sleep

*59 be rolling so deep

Criminals just trying to eat

How the fuck is you saying we fronting?

Pentagrams is what I trust in

If I got the heron, then I'm ducking

Sippin' lean trying to act like you druggin'




[Black Smurf:]

Haha, awaken to bitches and drugs

$200 a buzz

I'm falling and unconscious

I rarely remember what was-it was, like fuck

She's covered in ashes and mud

Shooting the fuck up with her and I'm not really in the type of mood to talk

Sit there-it lessens

I'm faded, the blunt

Got her mad 'cause play when she's playing it off

Smoke back to back 'til the Bic give out

She sucks 'til her jaws and knees give out

With $800 I hustle, can't reach me now

Slip it in, making my groupie shout

Eating on Ramen, I sat on the couch

Mercedes 4 door I'm counting pounds

Delete minus signs on the fail, and now

Ain't no interruption-the time is now

Eulogy

(You did good, $lick)

When I, when I, when I, when I

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

When I, when I, when I, when I

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

When I, when I, when I, when I



3 AM drinking with this pistol on my lap

Six medications

Guess there ain't no fixing that

It's that broken mother fucker

Knuckling til I relapse

If I die they might cry til they inherit my stacks

Cold fucking world,

Tell me what's the word?

Only time I speak my heart is when the message come out slurred

People pleasing

Always eager to fix a motherfuckers problems

Leave me at the bottom

More comfortable with gomorrah and sodom

I chew on fent and rot my teeth

All for moments of peace and slow heart beats

Got offered a God I dissed

Who gon save me?

All I could do was laugh and say "c'est la vie"

Woe is me I know you get the picture

This type of pain will earn you seven figures

Check my DNA my RNA come with predictors

This shit is scripture and for what I got there's no elixirs

Feel like I'm not enough

Find myself playing my dad like Honey Boy and Shia LeBeouf

My mama crying as she watch the clock

Text my bro I love him even though he got my number blocked

I would give up everything to see my brothers clean

No second thoughts

It's fuck the cost or take me

Leave 'em be

Take my money

Say you love me even if it's lies

That connections so depressing but it's all I got



When I die just play this fuckin song

I was never meant for this been torture just to carry on

Couple coupes, lotta zeroes, and a couple homes

None of it did shit for me

Cock the pistol now I'm-



Head in the clouds

It looks like it might rain again

Always holding back tears

It's how I manage to pay the rent

Pay the bills

Place the bet so I don't have to chase the check

Verified through $UICIDE

The glitz and glamour came and went

Wash my fucking soul and still that one stain is kept

I just wanna be loved

The root of all my pain except the type that come with age

In death I can finally lay and rest

I'm owed a little peace and I'm ready to erase the debt

I never planned on showing the world the face that hides behind the mask

I always thought the last thing I would hear would be the gun's blast

Filling the black hole in my chest with sex and drugs but it never lasts

It never lasts

Shit

Two years ago big pharma should've just cashed me out

Now I got a deviated septum

Ima just rat me out

Pat me down

Ask me how I'm still depressed

All they see is my set

All they see is lack of debt

All they see is what they wanna see

Calling me a wanna be

I don't wanna be in misery

Exit the pharmacy

Get a girl I wanna see

I wanna see how hard I bleed when she rips out my fucking heart

Enter the pharmacy

I'm a private person and take pride in my verses

Fuck your whole opinion

I don't care if it worsens

I'll ruin my reputation and make sure it's on purpose

Fuck this shit



When I die just play this fucking song

I was never meant for this

Been torture just to carry on

Couple coupes, a lot of zeroes, and a couple homes

None of it did shit for me

Cock the pistol and I'm-



When I, when I, when I, when I

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

When I, when I, when I, when I

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

When I, when I, when I, when I

Summer Season Intro

Château GrisIt's the pimp

Money maker

Body layer

Say a prayer

Hoe stacking

Pistol packing

White boy with the permed hair

Choppa sprizzay

What the biz say

I just brought a cold front

To the sizzouth

Gold mizzouth

Ice out like a storefront



Slick spit that mack shit

Make the track hit

Ain't no time for a wack bitch unless the mouth sick

Face down in the mattress

Make that back dip

Make her feel like an actress in a porno flick



Ride off in a Benz thang

Took off with no trace

Psychopathic with that 9 mane

I might catch a case

Mask on or the mask off

It don't make no difference

Cuz I slide with them killas, mane

They don't leave a witness



Heard you tipping to the feds, mane

Must be off your meds, mane

Pissing in his pants when I put that chrome to his head, mane

Leave him dead, mane

Saved his boys some head pain

One less snitch in the gang

That's a net gain

Bet, mane

Heard it was that Anna you was checking for

Ruger, choppa, semi

What the fuck I need a vest for?



Have them hoes tweaking like a despo

Smoking on a blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go

Damn bro

Wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp

Never simp

Bring your beef to god because I'm heaven sent



Talk that playa shit

Hoes they circumvent

Shout out Project Pat

Mista don't play and I been leaning since



I get high off that mothefucking...

Wetto ride like a motherfucking...

Down to die for my motherfucking...

My hoes they bi, but they say I got that...



Bitch I'm Angola bound

Going down to the southside of the lake

Riding round town

Plotting on whos shit I'm bout to take

If it's fake Ima sell it

If it's real Ima sell it

Outside of the Lexus forest green

I know you jealous

Born a warlord out the ward of the seventh

All these deadly sins I think the fifth made me a felon

Begging for Armageddon

I got eleven virgins waiting for me in heaven

Bitch I ain't stressing



Pimp a bitch just because

Blanco never need a reason, hoe

Never tell these hoes a secret unless you wanna leak it, hoe

Seen a ghost but I was puffin piff up in the mirror

You want smoke?

Fit you in a coffin then I'll say it clearer



I got corners in gentilly where we slang that Millie Bobbie Brown

Never been on trial cuz the bodies wasn't ever found

That's how we do em down south Bayou style

Feed the gators when them rats start running wild

Tryna bite my style



I got skulls floating in the swamp

I got bones covered up in moss

Blanco burnin up a fuckin cross

All my demons know who's fucking boss



Ooweeoo

Who are you?

Ruby rougarou

Holla hootie hoo when you see them boys in baby blue

Ooweeoo

Who are you?

Blanco in a coupe

Uzi out the roof raining bullets



I get high off that mothefucking...

Blanco ride like a motherfucking...

Down to die for my motherfucking...

My hoes they bi, but they say I got that...

From The Beginning Of Time Until The End Of Time

[Intro:]

An evil destroyed to an extraordinary degree, and prospered and performed as well, and he's seen as a sign of eternities. We are living in apocalyptic times. Global warming, and a rising nuclear threat, among nations that really scare us. The whole Middle East plagued by
[?]
and jihad and all of these kinds of things. These are not easy times to live in.




[Yung Plague:]

Rip out a piece of my rib and give it to a bitch

As the snake whispers to her "Ruby does not fucking exist"

So I bit off the head then I chewed it and spit it out

Fell to the ground as I puked up and flipped around

Scales started forming I think that now I am the snake

I am the one they call plague who will never escape

Will forever remain

The omega

The alpha

The chosen one sent here to reign

Who saves all the slaves?

Lil Plague breaking chains

Jesus christ was never raised from the dead

He rots away

Burn a church and watch the flames

Autumn embers turn to grey

Wooden crosses in decay

The flock of sheep now fucking slain




[Interlude:]

Thanks, Tom. Police are requesting that if you see this little 8 year old boy, you immediately kill him and burn his body. That's all for now.




[Lil Remains:]

Run up with the motherfucking MAC

On attack, shoot back, gat gat, grra, he flat

Leave them bodies where they lay

Let they mothers cry and pray

Nina, nina, oh nina

I need you bad up in my life

Them heathens that scheming they breathing

Look dead or something like demons, woah

Smash a 40 ounce on the cop cars

Probably just popped 'bout five bars

Sipping hydro, got a bad cough

Indica dripping down the cigar

It's that dope head, drug fiend, mug mean, lonely

Shut the fuck up, y'all annoy me




[Outro:]

Many prophecy believers view the end game as already begun. The focus that the world has now on the lies of the Anti-Christ and the return of Christ, I believe the board is set and the pieces are about to move.

Hot Razor

I'm with that fuck shit

Pull up we get buck quick

My hoe down like faye but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch

Out here since a young jit

Nitrous got my lungs lit

Wake up from a blackout getting head while I'm in public

Ridin' through the hood like what it do?

Prolly off a pill or two

Pulled that .44 out they start talking like they Scooby Doo

Mobbing with my potnahs

We pop in no knocking

Nodding off that dope and for dessert just ate neurontin

Hit a stain

Make a name for a lame TikTok

Northside

Grey the gang

2nd world eastern bloc

I might rock it off the flock

I might rock it off Apache

I might fuck up on that bitch

If she got a pack of plan b



Mane show you how that Glock work

Show you how to pop first

White trash young man

Mop 'em up like Joe Dirt

My hoe like her throat hurt

Suck it for a nip tuck

That bitch tried to tell me that I'm sick

So what that make her?

I just bought some land off my LAL

Kilo of some GLD

Still the same mane gripping AKs wearing FTP

Paint 'em like a NFT

Got them scripts no PHD

My bitch brain insane but she only got her GED

Gang coast to coast yea I know me a few robbers

Dope game farm to table ain't no fent up in my product

Huh bruh

Damn son

Who the fuck raised you

Cutthroats and them savages how you think I got this name boo?



I could show you how to get it poppin

Ruby da cherry ain't got no option

All these hoes keep fuckin flockin

All these hoes tryna gimme noggin

Snort a line of heron then tell her she way too toxic

Yeah I'm slidin' on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin'



I can't stop it if I wanted to

Glock up in my foreign coupe

Scrapin up the concrete S500 on them 22's

Motorola phone when I'm dialing up my potnah

Think I'm being followed by a fed in a unmarked Impala



Skrilla squalla what I'm after I get money hoe by any means

Paper chasin' everyday I keep them rocks up in my cleats

Cut me with some scissors you gon see how much I fuckin bleed

But ill come back with fucking tanks and blow yo shit to smithereens



Blick on me

Click on me

G*59 the fuckin set

Suicide til death

I'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest

Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4

Make a point before the numbers just to let you bitches know



I got five killas and they all down to fucking ride

I can call on any of 'em if you down to fuckin die

Walk it how I talk it bitch and I ain't got no fuckin lisp

Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fuckin kiss



Out the mud

Out the mist

Ruby take the form of shadows

Follow me back from the gates of hell

We regroup at the gallows

I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss

Leave ya body rottin' lock your soul up in the black abyss



Blick on me

Click on me

G*59 the fuckin set

Suicide til death

I'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest



Blick on me

Click on me

G*59 the fuckin set



Northside

Grey the gang

2nd world eastern bloc



Northside

Grey the gang

2nd world eastern bloc



Suicide til death

I'll yell it pokin' out my fuckin' chest

Let 'em Burn

[Yung Scarecrow:]

I've got these vices that keep me locked up inside a craze

Nothing suffices I'm always hoping for rainy days

This day and age medicating's my way to meditate

Pre-meditate then I kill the bitch on the second date

Welcome to hell what I scream as I rise and levitate

If I had the chance to die I would not hesitate

I'm with the robbers gripping choppers to kill a fucking copper

When I'm on suboxone I'm toxic

Don't give a fuck who watching

I'm rotten inside a box

Lil woadie you gon recognize

Lucifer on my block and Satan's gonna ride tonight

Scarecrow would you please, oh please just give me a wish

Cut my wrist and fuck my bitch and then take me in the abyss




[Yung Plague:]

Hot boy from the 7th ward ready to burn it all

Hot boy with them devil horns making them angels fall

Hot boy pounding heaven's door breaking down all the walls

Hot boy here to settle scores making my enemies crawl

Yung Plague bitch

I got a thousand ways to make you pay

Fucked your bitch

I stole your whip and drove it in the fucking lake

You a simp

Swing and miss

I'm a wave

Slit your wrists

I'll tell the reaper got another one for you to come and take

Black in my eyes got the black in my lungs

Grey in my mind as the black fungus grows on the back of my tongue

Swallow a soul now I'm back in the trunk with the blast from the pump

Back from the dead, but I'm black from the sun