Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when I’m high
Said they all wanna live but I just wanna die
Mo-motherfucker, if you’re looking for me, find me in the night
I got a knife, don’t wanna fight
I wanna take your fucking life, and end it right on sight
When I strike, if you bark, better bite
Block hot, fuck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock
Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot
Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot
No tomb, no plot, throw ’em off of the yacht, undocked
With the slot of the skull hangin’ in the fuckin’ river, ho
$ui-$uicide, 6-6-6, *59, so cynical
Got a pound in the blunt, I’m loungin’
Pour another round, I’m drownin’
Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain (Ayy)
Swervin’, swervin’ in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic’
Blue light mounted, siren howlin’
Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid (Ayy)
Got the town lit up by the flame that I made
From my grey serenade, make way for the Plague
On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Yuh, yuh, yuh
$outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho (Ayy)
Say you gettin’ money (Yuh), but your numbers don’t show (Yuh, yuh), you a liar
Baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
For anyone that’s tryna get by us (Bitch)
I been thinkin’ a lot (Yuh, yuh), I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
Robb told me (Yuh), “You gotta get it how you live” (Yuh, yuh)
Told that bitch (Bitch, bitch), “You better get up out my biz” (Bitch)
Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz (Shut the fuck up)
You don’t want no issue with nose seen more blow (Yuh, yuh)
Than most nose seen a tissue (Yuh, yuh)
I got anxiety so I can’t really do a interview (Yuh, bitch, yuh)
Don’t come close to me (Shut the fuck up)
I’m not the one to really do it how it’s ‘posed to be (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Independent, tell that label to get over me (Yuh)
I’m over here with my peers, gettin’ rich point blank (Bitch, bitch)
Before I bring her to the crib (Yuh), make sure that bitch don’t stink (Yuh, yuh, bitch)
Ain’t no rules to the game, talk how you want (Yuh)
Walk how you want (Yuh), my job is the shit
I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet (Bitch)
Now I’m gettin’ money, I don’t gotta pack a pistola (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Okay, maybe (Maybe)
‘Cause jealousy make a man go crazy (Go crazy)
Money make a motherfucker hate me
One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me
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