Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

War Time All The Time

Aye, aye, aye...

I am God, motherfuckers! Better bow down!



Dead bodies all around, hundred rounds out

Smell it in the air every time I fuck around town (downtown)

Lay down, one by one I pick 'em off without sound

Choppa have my back, Grey slap hold on for the blade ($uicide!)

Your chain snatched, I like the way it shines

When I'm back the black blood diamonds glisten and hit the victims yell (what?)

Death requires singing all the songs of fucking hell

As I hear the voices swell I know the demons wish me well (yeah)

Bath salts in the nose, feel like eatin' a fucker's face

Now I'm speedin in the bronco like it's 1998

Take away the cameras, motherfucker, now it's war time

Behind enemy lines, PTSD just means I'm high

Bring me life, bring me life, so I can end it on my own time

Meeting the reaper, all they tryna take me off the frontlines

I just want some peace of mind, sick and tired of feelin' tired



I declare war, Armageddon, let us swarm

I'll bring the fucking storm, bury me in uniform, yeah

Fall under the rising sun

G*59 the time has come

Watch the blood you maggot scum

Feel the end as I return

Tonight we die, grey flags, wave 'em on

Point your guns up at the sky, yelling "We know God is done!"

Partisan with fucking fur

Smokin' ash all in my arm

It's war time, motherfucking time, now I wanna die

Follow me, we can meet the other side

Take anyone and rip out their spine

Leave 'em behind and repeat 'til we die

Grey*59 army we bleed 'till we die

6 feets deep in my enemies, kill them all

Burn it all they're not new friends to me

Bitch I'm in graves of the grave as I look and see

We were all
[?]
all an accident


[?]



(Hell no, we won't go, hell no, we won't go...)

Try not to forget me, I'll become a ghost and haunt you daily

(Hell no, we won't go, hell no, we won't go...)

Die until you remember me daily

(Hell no, we won't go, hell no, we won't go...)

Meet Mr. NICEGUY

Pull up, pour me a glass

Double the cup just to cut the stress in half

Guess who the fuck left

After all is said and done, regret the past

Best move along got a long way to go, aye

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know (aye!)



Shawty, I don't mind, but you’re always on my mind

Think about you all the time, think about you all the time

Where the fuck was I when this relationship died?

I was probably high to realize you left my side

I will finally give out and die, finally give out and die

I would love it if you bring me flowers, if you come by

If you come around



$uicide been on my mind

Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time

Each time you left, it feels like you died

Depressed and I don't wanna go any longer



Illusions keep me going

Illusions give me hope

Parachute woadie from broken down

Man, I’m from Mars but there’s nothing but cold

Grew up all alone

No fam, no home

So I do drugs, just to numb up

Yeah, I do drugs, when I wanna

Back on the xans, five in the morning

Ain't tryna come down

Ain't tryna be sober



$uicide been on my mind

Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time

$uicide been on my mind

Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time

$uicide been on my mind

Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time

$uicide been on my mind

Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time

Treat Her Like A Prostitute

[NORTHSIDE SHAWTY:]

It's that gutter motherfucker from the northside (NORTHSIDE)

Gold up on my teeth I got the frostbite (FROSTBITE)

Still up in my hood but my bands right (BANDS RIGHT)

Smokin' rock tar out the glass pipe (GLASS PIPE)

Swervin' while I'm passin' up the red lights

Couple Xanax in me

Need my mind right, mind right

Everybody say goodnight to the bad guy

I'm from a place in the dark where the dead die, dead die

Fuck your motherfuckin' camera if you (FUCK YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN' CAMERA)

When it comes to heaven's gates you can (cash me ousside)

$lick Rick, how I pimp on a bitch, how bow dah

Slit wrist, drip, drip 'til I end

$uicide




[PAPA PINE:]

Ruby da Cherry

Frozen posted with a script bottle open

Drippin' like a faucet broken

You think that you the fuckin' wave?

I got the ocean flowin'

You think that you won't catch the fade

Yung $now be fuckin' lokin'

Turn your head to marmalade then light a blunt I'm fuckin smokin

Chokin

I got 10 I'm bout to hang

That pussy boy claim that he mispoken

Now he boastin third coast

I'm dirty south I'm swangin' blades just like a fuckin frozen shogun

Sip a spell

Some muddy potion

Pull up and I flood the function

Got a bag I leave it close and money come and go

Sometimes you broke

Sometimes you loaded

I feel so broke I need to get loaded

Fuck you

Always been my slogan

Curvin hoes and blowin o's

I'm slowly rollin' potent

Gonna overdose

At least I'm hopin




[BEER CAN DAN:]

Bags to get

Only select few fuck the rest

Big ass rude lil bitch

Swallow the stick

30 round sack left her wet

Bags of cess

Hit the button for the top on the 'vette

Bet that hoe ain't never seen nun like this

Big pun rocks on my wrist

I bet you love me bruh

You look just like me

Fuck

Back to back sluts

No fucks

Just sucks

At ease boy catch up

Front of saks

5 fifths

Smoke sac

I just wanna dab

Too much passion kiss my ass

Pull off in the jag

Gucci my v guts

Can't be touched

Came in broken pick me up

Young niggas out here know wassup

Back up the coupe

Big boof

Neck bein thrown she the truth

Bow down salute

Ski mask tucked tight

Weak ass crumb gimme the loot

BUCKHEAD

Rolling with them animals like Noah's Ark

Bitch I got the blade like I'm Joan of Arc

Crazy with the chop when I'm off a bar

Spraying in the air hollering kill em all

Slick baby off of that shit

Devil from outta that pit

Levels to this I been sick

Fuck it up up in the pit



Yea uh I been popping pills and sipping drop

I spent 20 years up on that block

Beating on my chest I feel like Kong

Lemme talk my shit it's been too long



Plugged in like a socket

Up in space like a rocket

Glock tucked in my pocket

Choppa here it got bodies

Bought that bitch a new body

Crib came with a lobby

Rappers know I'm their papi



Sipping drank and rolling slow my bitch powder her nose

Haters mad and want me sad but my net worth said no

Mad cuz they still broke

Mad I kicked that dope

Ten toes germ my folk

It's your time gang go go go go



First off I'm that nigga

Step in take my picture

Greyfivenine the army

Walking deadman bitch this thriller

I been ducked and ducking

Puffin onions

Bitches stank ain't munchin' nothing

I been around still can't call it for nothing

These niggas still bluffing and these zooties I'm puffin



Started off giving no fucks a lot

Watch me hop in and out keeping it hot

Rocks in the dial bussing Kodak bop

Get higher than the moon and stars a lot

Stones and the rubies they bussing like fye

Crosshairs on my mind can't seem to take me out



Hold up she on my line gimme some time

I can't get away

No time to unwind



Sliding

I'm in my own lane

Sliding in n out of dames

Sliding

Never needed fame

Sliding

You ain't even paid

Slidin'

Still don't hold weight

Another homicide

Another homie died

Another subject you couldn't relate too

I been out roaming long time losing my mind I think I just had me a breakthrough

Hate you



59 bring da business

59 shots my ammunition

59 we draped in linen

59 might toss you some Pennie's



Never looking back

Do my best to cover my tracks

Feeding the monkey that's climbing my spine

And in return my itches always get scratched

Never again have to wait in a line

But I wait for the lines to get formed out the sac

Fucking a different bitch every night

But id rather get fucked up and pass out



Platinum plaques

Stadiums packed

Stacking up racks

Hoes on my lap

Don't give a fuck I need to know where my stash at



Losing my mind

Wasting my time

Ain't doing fine

Hating my life



Ah, fuck



Wear my heart on my sleeve but it ain't Balenciaga

Prolly FTP or G59 or something by Ariagga

Bought some Prada boots just to curb stomp me a pussy

Why they always looking at me?

Cuz they see what they never could be



Oddy nuff stay on alert

Yeah she pulling up her skirt

And then I skirt

Avoid the swell but I still fucking surf

Every Dog Has His Day

Bitch, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon, smash her like I'm Ganondorf

All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports

Fuckboi on my dick, wants a pic, go head and tag the dork

Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I should've been a matador

Slap a whore, choke a bitch, man, I think I broke her hip

Fuck her till she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it

Blanco always faded like a motherfuckin' poke 'n stick

Ready to snatch a soul, seal your fate up with a frozen kiss

I'm smokin' bliss, turn a fuckboi into mist

Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks

Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the jist

Tighten up my fuckin' fist

Blanco never fuckin' miss

Spit out the drip

Don't want crystals in my stomach, all these crystals on my bitch

Align her chakras while we fuckin', rearrangin' all her plumbin'

All these suckas thinkin' they stuntin', but they really just lames

Spittin' out flames, bitch, I bang Grey

Five Nine till the day I die

My tear ducts all dried

I fear, I don't know why, I feel so normal when I'm high

All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie

Always bring the storm, yeah, Blanco blackin' out the sky



Give it how these haters want it, break a bitch up on it

Yung Slick walkin' coma as I smoke the marijuana

It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a bitch, "Wait"

Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate

I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'

Glock grippin', pop a clip in, have your mind spinnin'

Spine bendin', bloody linens in your mom kitchen

Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lendin'

Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile

Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue

I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still I can't miss you

Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you

Same issues, playin' Russian roulette with revolvers

I go Gung Hao with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker

"Last offer", hear the devil talkin' to me often

Fuck a coffin, when I die just burn me in a foreign

Wetto, Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter

You a larp with no heart, just tuck your dick under

You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer

Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble

Champion Of Death

Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh

Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh

Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh



Product of the poison, you can bet your life on it

Teeth got the ice on it, wrist still got the slice on it

That walking stigmata and poltergeist

Still feelin' stuck every single night

Don't give a fuck if I live or die

Surprised to this point that I have survived

Pull up with the motherfuckin' AK tucked, bitchboy, good luck

Yung Plague got the blade, hit the slay

Then we spray with the .44 5

Bitch, it's Grey*59, let the devil go and ride

Ain't nothing but a pussy if you gon' throw shade

Fuckboy, I'm hungry, and you looking like steak

Trigger finger itching, and you looking like fake

Trash done passed and you looking like waste, yah



Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh

Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh



Tonight we guaranteeing graves, tonight's the night we ride

Tomorrow will never come, yeah, tonight's the night we die

Yesterday I met my death, I think it's been a long time

Stuck in limbo with my kinfolk, gave my life to $uicide

Yung Plague with the masked face

Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road, I'm haunting the afraid

No name on the grave, just grey stains spray-painted "slave to the great grey grave", ayy

Lend me the help, or send me to hell, either way I know I'll die

The G, the 5 the 9, it's $UICIDE



Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh

Bizarro

[Lil Wayne:]

Codeine, which you all know is syrup

I started drinkin' it because I'm from the south, New Orleans

And ehm, we grew up on UGK and all, ehm, Ghetto Boys

And people been drinkin' syrup for years




[Lil Remains:]

Still riding with my devils

Ain't shit changed

Gun to my temple

Sharpen up the blade

Feel the motherfucking phonk like it's '93

Grim reaper in a jeep when I hit the streets

Motherfuckers better hide

Better duck quick

It's the sandman

Better run

Shift back to my old ways, old days

Pill bottles in the cabinet

I can't feel my face



Baby

Fuck what they say

Full of drugs

Can't feel my face



Baby

Fuck what they say

Full of drugs

Can't feel my face



Dope in a bag

Brown-yellow rock

They don't know slick

They don't know the block

Tell me what you want?

Tec or the Wok?

Say the world is yours

Got your world in my sock

Hoes tryna fuck

Hoes tryna lock

Eat that bitch's box

Suck my dick and give me top

How could I forget?

Medicating with Gelatto

Car sports model and my gun is semi-auto

Lately trip a lot

Lately sip a lot

Scripts from my doc

Finesse him like a cop



Baby

Fuck what they say

Full of drugs

Can't feel my face



Baby

Fuck what they say

Full of drugs

Can't feel my face




[Yung Maraschino:]

Three houses, 2 cars

I'm a boss

Facts

Spent a hunny thou sucking all my snot back

Fucking ducking

That's a small quack

Blowing out a broad's back

I can't fucking cum because my dick is numb and all that

Fall back

I'ma call back (psyche)

Where my dogs at?

Lining up the chalk fat

Yeah, her ass left

But she brought it back

Shawty pointing at that shit

So I bought her that



Baby

Fuck what they say

Full of drugs

Can't feel my face

Baby

Fuck what they say

Next time they talk

I'ma fuck their face



Reach into my pocket

Yeah, I fucking got it

Oooh that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket

Blunt full of gossip

Just so I don't vomit

Never play it cautious

Could give a fuck if I lost it

Fuck a 4

Yeah, gimme 30 o's

It's time to fucking go

It's time to fucking go



Baby

Fuck what they say

Full of drugs

Can't feel my face

Baby

Fuck what they say

Next time they talk

I'ma fuck their face



I can't stop now

What's the point?

I can never calm down



I can't stop now

What's the point?

I can never calm down

Fall Season Intro

(Like I said before, I'm the pimp, she's the ho)

(Like I-Like I said before, like I-like I said before)

(I'm the—, like I said before, I'm the pimp, she's the ho)

Grey*59 Records presents (Grey, Grey)

YIN YANG TAPES motherfucker (G*59)

From the year 1989 to the year 1990

It's Fall season, we gon' watch them all cry

I hear the wind pickin' up

From the Northside to the 7th Ward (North-Northside)

From the mothafuckin' East bank to the West bank, bitch (7th ward, Eastern Block second world shit)

Introducing Wetto and Blanco Leopardo

$UICIDEBOY$ are back in the gutter, bitch

Hide your halos and sharpen your pitchforks

The year of $UICIDE is upon us (Ooh-ooh)

Let the slaughter begin (Ha-ha, hahahahahaha)

Water $uicide

[Yung $now:]

Fucking with the clique we got a problem

Throw 'em in the dirt and then burn up a fucking dollar

Show 'em what he's worth when he's six feet in the earth

Since birth Yung Plague been rising up out the bottom

All hail the one with the long tail

7 headed dragon breathing fire

Make you all bail

All hail to the Frozen Shogun

Slice a frozen ocean open

Throw 'em in and then claim it was all a tall tale

No treasure in my chest

All that is left is a half blackened heart that's decaying

It barely pumps

Blood stuck in clumps

What I'm paying for pills all this pain should be numb or delaying

That's it!

I've had enough I'm going to grab my wrist and slash it

Don't need a napkin

Put me in the casket

Ruby dead and bloody matching with the fucking maggots




[Pontius Pilate:]

God of the sun

Bitch I shine like the summer

Gripping the AK

Hanging out the Hummer

Sent here to make all these pussy boys suffer

Reign over the grey and strike fear with the thunder

I am the darkness and I am the negligent

Now you not relevant

Out of your element

Father forgive them for thinking they testing me

Father forgive them whenever they rest in peace

Smoke in my lungs swallowed pills in my throat

My antidote for that murder he wrote

Stuck on this road I just want to go home

Stuck on this dope, and I can't leave it alone

Knot in the rope

End my life with a slice

Flies will arise when I die by tonight

Live by the knife bitch I been paid the price

You can see death when you look in my eyes




[Chris Travis:]

I cut you open don't even step close to me

I'm in my dungeon you can't get a hold of me

I'm making poetry bout' me destroying my enemies

Right now I'm already loading heat

I am no limit I stretch like a rope it's my power unlimited

I just devoted you out of your soul

While you stealing your clothes

And I been had the colt you just can't take a loss

I hit the bitch then I flee

I'm on her bed like a flea

Still on my motherfucking piece

Still catch me out in the streets

With the heat

I ride the wings, yeah

Jump in the pit, yeah

Don't give a shit

Roll with my bitch, yeah

Roll with my bitch, yeah

Run from my clique

I rock the wings, yeah

Jump in the pit, yeah

Don't give a shit

Roll with my bitch, yeah

Run from my clique, yeah

Run from my shit

Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

I'll tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your temple

The Gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortal

Cause any moment might be our last

Everything is more beautiful, because we're doomed

You did good $lick

(It's a SMASH!)

Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick

Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick

Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick

Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick

Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch



Can I ever get a moment to myself

Each moment that passes is fleeting

I try and I try to escape my own life

At this point y'all should call me Houdini

It always ends up with me bleeding

Or so overwhelmed I'm retreating

Back into the hole that I tried to climb out of

It always ends up self defeating

Addicted to sex, addicted to drugs

Really whatever will make me feel loved

I don't care what you think

Yeah I don't give a fuck

I'm still out here shining as bright as the sun

And no matter how hard it gets, no matter how tough

Don't disobey when I say "Just gimme the gun" (Give me the gun)

If I don't let my demons out to breathe

I'll end up with some horns and a pair of fucking wings

Come and visit me from time to time (From time to time)

To all the bitches that I was ever with

You're still on my mind (Mind-mind)



Huh huh, aye

Yeah, pushing the coupe in the rain (North!)

Think I been going insane (Side!)

Popping and smoking and drinking (North!)

Is how I been coping and dealing with pain (Side!)

Snort up a line with my mom, yeah (North!)

Yea I just be hoping to bond (Side!)

Another day working away (North!)

The exact thing that I wanna buy (Side!)

That's time

I'm in that double R falling the fuck apart cooking up my frontal lobe

Play it strong on the phone but I cry when alone cause my daddy just hit a new low (Fuck)

Everyday bad news, everyday cash rules

Fuck what I did it's what have you done lately

Fuck that poetic shit got a chrome metal stick up to my brain just to know heaven for a bit

Yea I just wanna run away

But all I ever do is run in place

The tears I cried it could have iced my chain (My chain)

And on the best days I can't feel my face (My face)



No matter how hard it gets

No matter how tough

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

No matter how hard it gets

No matter how tough

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

No matter how hard it gets

No matter how tough

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

The worst part of hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness

And I think that is the part of hell that a person in depression really tastes

The terrible hopelessness that comes over