Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Château GrisIt's the pimp player

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...

Drugs/Hoes/Money/Etc.

[Yung Snow:]

Counting sheep until I'm sound sleep

I'm lounging deep in a grave I found

Without a sound or peep, I lay in the ground

6 feet

Slick as sleet

Sneaking a beat

Let the breath leak out my mouth

Bitch, I want your skull

Fuck what's under your skirt

You broke my heart and now Ima ima make you hurt

Stomp you on the curb and then I'll throw you in the dirt

Give you back to the Earth

Girl you were something special

Yeah you were my fucking first

You want to cuddle?

We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse




[Pontius Pilate:]

I don't need your sympathy

Make them bitches sing for me

Caught up in reality, smoking on some fantasy

Put the gun against my head

Pull the trigger now I'm dead

Bitches wanna count my bread

Only let them give me head

Sleeping in a tulip bed

Smoking green and seeing red

Loading up the clip with lead

Trigger finger soft as thread

No jewels, no chains, I like it that way

Don't know what I'm up to until that Glock in your face

I pop that bitch and I spray

Got these hoes on delay

All it take is one word they do whatever I say