SuicideBoys Lyrics

  • Bossier City Kidnap Victims

    YIN YANG TAPES: Seasons (1989-1990)

    [Intro]
    You did good, $lick
    It's a Smash!
    Players-Players-Players never die

    [Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
    Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though
    G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

    [Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
    Blanco always smoking doja, 7th Ward soulja
    Always in the cut, with my hood up, I'm a cobra
    Choppa city born and fuckin' raised, I thought I told ya
    Offered shawty coke, but she thought I meant Cola
    P-P-P-Pull up on ya block, lookin' like I got a weapon
    All my dogs in fucking heaven like I'm Jesus in the 7th
    I know fuckboys got a problem, I'ma end their whole bloodline
    Make sure that his last name stay a last name, yeah he done
    I'm bout pull up on this lil' ho and make her tongue tied
    Now she cryin', tellin' me all about how her son died
    Le-le-left a grease stain, his mama gave me good head though
    Ruthless motherfucker, Blanco always making heads roll
    Tombstone blank, two-two-two tone tank
    Now his bitch asking me for a newborn baby
    Mixing Wock with titty milk, ain't no new bones breakin'
    Got another bitch pregnant and now them two hoes datin'

    [Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
    Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though
    G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

    [Verse 2: Wetto]
    Duckin' off that fent'
    But Young Wetto always stand up
    Smoke it 'til the last puff
    Sleepin' with the handgun, 12 I had to man up
    Grey the propaganda, Slicky the commander
    Unleashing that terror make your area Uganda, damn, son
    How-how I whip that dope and get them motherfucking grams up? (North)
    Pimping on a ho too easy, all I do is glance up (Side)
    All these motherfuckers pussy, boy, I'm from the land of (North)
    Press it right between my eyes, now pull it, boy, don't clam up (Side)
    Bought a crib in Florida just to get my fucking tan up (North)
    How it feel to date a bitch you know that love to stan us? (Side)
    Chopper city love them choppers, 'cause they never jam up (North)
    I put angels in my outfield, call me Tony Wetto Danza, damn, son (Side)
    Every time I spit, I feel like Jordan when he slam dunk
    Wetto I go harder on them bars than when my dad drunk
    Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
    Come and get your bell rung

    [Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
    Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though
    G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
    Let-let-let the grease bang, his momma gave me good head though
    G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

  • Didn’t They Give You Percoset?

    YIN YANG TAPES: Seasons (1989-1990)

    [Intro]
    Players never die
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    You did good $lick
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    It's a Smash
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high

    [Verse 1: Wetto]
    Sleepwalking through the game
    Crushing 30s, early birdies, I don't fuck with pain
    Forever pimpin' manе, make a bimbo pussy rain
    Ten benzos, twеnty-inch spokes swang
    Blue DeVille match the pills that I’m popping on today
    What a way, I make dying look great
    Fashion statement, for my latest, flooded out the Drake
    Suckers hate, change up like a pitch
    $uicide was the goal, but I'll end up dying rich
    Smoking up on that indo, dope in the tinfoil help to ease my brain
    Fucking up on like ten hoes, all my chicken heads free range
    Cup to the blunt, Wet do what he want, it ain't a motherfucking thang
    Blowing hay for the Grey, only way I know is mine

    [Break]
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high

    [Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
    Hit the streets in my 'Lac, just a young New Orleans mac
    Smoking Vega's back to back, now I don't know how to act
    Mask on, now I'm comfortable, Blanco so ungovernable
    Doin' what the fuck I want, I don't want to do what you say I should
    Court ordered shrink, court ordered treatment
    All because I slipped up and drove my car up in the deep end
    Relapse in Seattle, but I reupped in H-Town
    The shorty I used to fuck would slide me Percs whenever I came down
    I gave her dope dick until my dick gave up and laid down
    I dipped when she was sleepin', I stole her purse, that's how that shit played out
    Yeah, light up a blunt, I'm 'bout to smoke one
    And I ain't passin' it to no one

    [Outro]
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
    Gettin' high
    Gettin' high
    Gettin' high
    Gettin' high

  • I Deleted Facebook a Long Time Ago

    YIN YANG TAPES: Seasons (1989-1990)

    [Intro: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
    Sl-sl-sl-sl-sl-slide right through my oppo's city
    AMG, man, fuck a Hemi
    No question, the Glock on me
    G*59, that's my committee
    Blanco 'bout his cake, full plate, eggs with shrimp and steak
    Southside of the lake, Figure 8 'til my fuckin' wake
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (You did good, $lick, it's a Smash)
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Players)
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Players, players, players, p-p-players never die)
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Ayy)
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

    [Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
    I got a hunnid-round drum on my stick like Vic Firth
    Choppin' up the brick, make sure it stick, who gon' gеt sick first?
    Always wantin' more, yeah, I think they call that Slick's cursе
    Yeah, your shawty bad but I'm bettin' that my bitch worse
    Wrist hurt from the Plain Jane, yeah, it's heavy
    Catch me in the Chevy, steady changing lanes, engine revving
    Switchin' steady, Blanco's motives always loco like I'm jetting
    All these chains around my neck get twisted up like spaghetti, uh
    Blanco 'bout his cake, full plates, eggs with shrimp and steak
    Southside of the lake, Figure 8 'til my fuckin' wake
    Watch out for the snakes, fuckin' fakes, eatin' twice their weight
    Always lock the gate, tempting fate, tryna up the stakes
    D-D-Dollar sign, uicide, dollar sign, move aside
    Me and Wetto made a pact, said fuck the whole world it's you and I
    Two-two-two Southern White trash motherfuckers unified
    G*59 for life or at least 'til I'm fuckin' crucified

    [Break: Wetto]
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)

    [Verse 2: Wetto]
    Sl-sl-sl-sl-sl-slide right through my oppo's city
    AMG, man, fuck a Hemi
    No question, the Glock on me
    G*59, that's my committee
    My bitch thick and pretty, grab my dick and holla, "Gimme gimme"
    Poppin' on these bibbys, droppin' tens up in my fuckin' kidneys
    F-F-Fuck the world, fuck a herd? Wetto solo dolo
    H-H-Hoes get wet while searchin' for me like I'm Marco Polo
    You want that promo? I can put your face up on a shirt
    P-P-Pill presser hiding fentanyl up in my Percs
    I, I-I-I get irked, crack a smirk then I go berserk
    Crack, now he murked, all you heard was pop-pop, vroom, skrrt
    O-O-Off the Addy, not too shabby for a fuckin' junkie
    Th-Th-Throw a bitch some money, pin a tail up on that donkey
    Ch-Choppa draw, have a pussy boy singin' (Oooh)
    'T-T-Til my death, G-R-E-Y what I'm claimin' (GREY, GREY)
    'Til I D-I-E, my hand gon' hold that .123
    Nor-Nor-Northside (Northside), Eastern Bloc, GREY been what I bleed

    [Outro]
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
    Dump, dump, out, throw him in the ride
    Dump a nigga ass out
    Dump a nigga ass out
    Dump, dump, dump, dump

  • Antarctica

    Antarctica

    Dark Side of the Clouds

    [Intro: Haley Gibby]
    Letting a new day begin
    Letting a new day begin
    Letting a new day begin
    Hold to the time that you know

    [Verse 1: YUNG $CARECROW]
    Locked in my room, four black walls
    Tie the noose, no recall
    No resolve, fuck withdrawal
    Rather shoot up till I fall
    Murder on call with the *59
    Twenty years, and it seem like a lifetime
    I been hanging every day from a lifeline
    While these fuckers had a dinner every night time
    Smo-, smokin' that dope off the foil, let me ball
    Ho, please don't call, don't fuck with y'all
    Spray paint the walls with blood and whatever
    Drag you outside, let you rot in the weather
    I don't think I can explain any better
    I'm $carecrow the terror and live for the lesser
    My birth was an error

    [Verse 2: LORD OF LONELINESS]
    I am the Lord of Loneliness
    I'll hold my breath, just spoke with Death
    He said he hopes for the best
    Told him I'm ropin' my neck
    Then I woke up chokin' from the hole in my chest
    Somehow I manage to function and hope
    Every day got a lump in my throat
    That's them pills swallowed whole
    Smoke a blunt and then fuck all these hoes
    End up humpin' they throat
    Get the fuck away from me, I hate all of you, faithfully
    This world was never made for me
    Thankfully, I'm trained to see past all the lies, the ranks, the scenes
    I'll shank my knees, then walk the plank and freeze

    [Outro: Haley Gibby]
    Letting a new day begin
    Hold to the time that you know

  • Memoirs of a Gorilla

    Memoirs of a Gorilla

    Radical $uicide

    [Intro]
    I am known

    [Verse 1: Yung $carecrow]
    Triple six serpents of death crawlin' under your skin
    If I take a bet, you can guess who gon' win
    I walk in the 'jects without no protection
    I function in hoods every city I'm in
    I'm that Grey-born gorilla out the concrete jungle
    Duckin' from the dope 'cause I just shot a bundle
    $carecrow make the chopper drum shots rumble
    $carecrow got the dope game from my uncle
    Huh, still prefer the drugs over bitches
    Better watch your side that you pickin'
    Snakes start hissin', heads go missing
    Rest in piss to the ones I'm killing
    Chief Keef drilling, codeine spilling
    Blood on my linen from the cuts, never healing
    Hot boys out the crypt with a mouth full of scripts
    Body bags zip when the gun hammer click

    [Verse 2: 7th Ward Dragon]
    Ruby leveled up
    Ruby leveled up
    Ruby gon' global, epidemic proportion
    I got the torch, and now I'm lighting up gas on the porch
    Kick back, now I'm bored
    $lick asked for the short, flick ash for the sport, uh
    Ruby wrestles several devils in the 7th Ward
    But Ruby can't afford to move towards the horde just yet
    7th Ward Dragon with a fiery sword through the neck
    Engulfed in flames, engulfed in blood
    As it rains from the red heaven that Yung Plague has escaped
    Levitate over Lake Pontchartrain
    Set 'em straight, no, we are not the same
    Yeah, it's hard to remain when you're self-slain
    Yeah, it's all that remains when you're self-made
    Ruby 'bout to take a second breath, uh
    Embrace yourself, because all that remains is the bloodstains

  • Lone Wolf Hysteria

    Lone Wolf Hysteria

    New World Depression

    [Intro]
    G-R-E-Y (You did good, $lick)
    G-R-E-Y (It's a smash)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)

    [Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
    Your favorite artist's biggest song's the one that fuckin' featured us
    Us as in me and $crim, the ones who make your speakers bust (Grey, Grey, Grey)
    The ones who make the reaper blush
    I feel like Jesus Christ the way my sneakers rust (Oh)
    Nose bleedin' like I been snortin' bleacher dust (Uh)
    Now I've got the scent of blood (Uh), now I know the hunts on (Uh)
    First you gotta find em but I'll stick around until the drugs gonе
    It's always money over bitches, cashin' out from thеse love songs
    They always want a handout so I make sure I got my gloves on (Uh)
    Paved with sweat and blood, dropped a few tears along the way (Along the way)
    People come and go but I ride for the ones that long to stay (That long to stay)
    From dusk 'til dawn, I hibernate, from dawn til' dusk, I'll find a way
    To leave my fuckin' mark on this world and trace the mark in Grey

    [Verse 2: $crim]
    Dollars on my mind like I can't afford to think (Afford to think)
    Talkin' to myself like I can't afford a shrink
    Never thought that I could love 'til I sipped on the dra-a-a-ank, okay
    Let me collect myself, smoke leaking out the Ghost like it came from Hell
    Yeah, ugly but I ball like I'm Tony Snell (North)
    If we bidding over bitches then I bid farewell, huh, yeah, bye
    You know that shawty want a thug (Yeah), I just want the drugs (Yeah)
    Surrounded by these hoes, prayin' for 'em in the club (Lord, help these bitches)
    Show me where the love and I'll show you where it ain't
    Just some bugs on my grill, steady fuckin' up my paint (Grey, Grey, Grey)
    [Outro]
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
    G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)

  • Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can’t Afford

    New World Depression

    [Intro: Lil Buck, & Al Kapone]
    Smoked out (You did good, $lick)
    Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
    (It's a smash)
    Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
    I'm so hi-hi-high
    Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
    Smoked out, loced out, loced out, smoked out, loced out
    I'm so, I'm so hi-hi-high
    Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
    Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
    Smoked out, loced out, loced out
    Smoked out, loced out
    I'm so hi-hi-high
    Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
    Hey, hey, hey, hey

    [Verse 1: $crim]
    I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y, whole gang 59 and that's 'til we die (Gang, gang, gang)
    W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, snort an M-3-0
    Mane, your gang don't want thе smoke
    Still pissed at my daddy, that he nuttеd in my momma (Fuck)
    Crashing 911's, boy, I'm feelin' like Osama (Yeah)
    Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
    If that's what they call high, then I'm fuckin' out of reach (North, north)
    Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern bloc (North, north)
    In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (North, north)
    Skip off singin', "La-di-da", while their body rot (North, north)
    In the hemi, how you like me now?
    Reaper screamin' "Stop!"
    'Hundred twenty months (What?), ten years independent (Yeah!)
    Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance (Damn)
    Dollar sign, no clearance (Yeah), the B now stands for business (For what?)
    Fuck the industry 'cause G*59 is for the children (Yeah, what?)

    [Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
    Hit 95 down I-10
    Heading downtown (Skrrt)
    Shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit
    Six lanes swervin', she concerned about my drivin'
    Blow out the smoke
    She know, the acid make my eyes spin, yuh (What the fuck?)
    Took the Tchoup Exit off of Rainbow Road
    Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
    So I pulled the fuck over
    To watch the Range Rover glow
    Laughin', as I watch it burn
    But no, that ain't no joke
    I got the keys now (I got the keys now)
    I do, what I please now (I do, what I please now)
    I can feel that breeze now (I can feel that breeze now)
    But when that wind picks up again, I'll be ready
    I hold my own weight, I'm heavy (Yeah)
    I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless flood (Blanco)
    Forest fires, earthquakes and an avalanche of fuckin' mud (Blanco)
    Alias known as plague, I fuck shit up, then shrug and walk away (Blanco)
    A trail of chaos, loss and pain
    I'll bite the dust and spit out stains

    [Outro: Lil Buck & Al Kapone]
    Smoked out, loced out
    Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
    Smoked out, smoked out, loced out, loced out
    I'm so hi-hi-high
    Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
    I'm so hi-hi-high
    Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
    Smoked out
    I'm so hi-hi-high
    Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
    Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out,
    I'm so hi-hi-high
    Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
    Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
    I'm so hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-high

  • Thorns

    Thorns

    New World Depression

    [Intro: DJ Fela & Playa Squad]
    You did good, $lick
    It's a smash
    Lickin’ up some busta's shit
    Kick back in a chronic zone
    Chicken fuckin' with my mind
    Lickin’ up some busta's shit
    Lickin' up some busta's shit
    Kick back in a chronic zone
    Chicken fuckin' with my mind
    Lickin' up some busta's shit
    Now tell y'all, how to do a crime
    Kick back in a chronic zone
    Chicken fuckin’ with my mind
    Lickin’ up some busta's shit
    Lickin’ up some busta's shit
    Kick back in a chronic zone
    Chicken fuckin' with my mind
    Lickin' up some busta’s shit
    Now tell y'all, how to do a crime

    [Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
    Ayy, yuh (It's us)
    God damn it, I'm on another planet (Uh)
    Why they call me Oddy Nuff? You'll never understand it (Yeah)
    Keep a strap on me, just in case I'm ever stranded (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
    Ready to up the fire, now you lookin' like a busted pomegranatе (Uh)
    Hop in the Mercedеs spaceship, don't panic (Ah)
    Crash land in Louisiana like I fuckin' planned it (Planned it)
    It's strictly no photos, especially if they candid (Ah)
    She call me daddy 'cause her pussy mine and I demand it (Yuh)
    Branded, and so are all my G59 bandits (Grey!)
    Hate on suicide, but we all know that you stan it (Hahaha)
    The way I played the hand, that I was dealt you'd think I'm Gambit (Ah)
    Holdin' up the five-nine skull like I'm Hamlet

    [Bridge: $crim, DJ Fela & Playa Squad]
    Kick back in a chronic zone
    Chicken fuckin' with my mind
    Lickin' up some busta's shit
    Lickin' up some busta's shit
    Kick back in a chronic zone
    Chicken fuckin' with my mind
    Lickin' up some busta's shit
    Now tell y'all, how to do a crime
    I'm on my pimp shit (Oh)
    Ayy, yeah (Oh, yeah, oh)

    [Verse 2: $crim]
    I'm in New Orleans, off them Percocets
    Like I'm Sean Payton (Who that?)
    Bitches hit my line, I said "Not today, Satan" (Not today)
    Fine dining in a pair of crocs
    Gripping Kimber Glocks
    Watching money turnin' fam to opps, what a paradox (Go, go, go)
    Never could take none of them serious (North!) they just made me curious (North!)
    Of how they so pussy, but don't ever have a period (That's true, North!)
    Stars up, where the ceilin' is (North!)
    Donald Trump interior (North!)
    Heroin came from Syria (Chill)
    'Kay, I'm finished, Sike!
    Invade a bitches throat
    Then evade the conversation (Skrrt)
    Checkin' expiration dates, my only moderation
    Went from broke in a shed
    To a billion valuation (Grey, grey, grey)
    Still that skinny, pimpin', drug takin' caucasian (What?)

    [Outro: DJ Fela & Playa Squad]
    Lick, lick-lick
    Lickin' up some busta's shit
    Lick, lick-lick
    Lickin' up some busta's shit

  • Misery in Waking Hours

    Misery in Waking Hours

    New World Depression

    [Intro: Lara Moritz & John Hughes]
    A self confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9
    John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008
    But he told me he has murdered many more people
    And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer
    I don't think like normal people, never have
    Have racing y— thoughts
    It's been that way, since I was a kid
    I'm constantly doesn't matter if I'm asleep or if I'm awake
    I'm constantly thinkin' of a hundred things at one time
    (You did good, $lick)
    (It's a smash)
    Okay, okay, okay

    [Refrain: Killa B]
    Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know, this shit is thick
    And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
    Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know, this shit is thick
    And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple

    [Chorus: $crim]
    Yeah, got me fucked up (Okay, okay, okay)
    Yeah, got me fucked up (Yeah, yeah)
    Ayy, got me fucked up (Okay, okay)
    Yeah, ayy, yeah

    [Verse 1: $crim]
    Money what I'm 'bout (Wetto)
    Too much cash to count (Brr)
    Keep that bitch outside, ain't no hoes up in my house (Hahaha)
    Smokin' out the ounce, uh
    I'm watchin' recession (Yeah)
    My bitch want affection, but I'm busy cleanin' weapons (Brr)
    Pick up white trash, rolls presidential
    I can't trust no mans, so me drivin' is essential (Skrrt)
    Sippin' on some potion (Yeah)
    I got no emotions (Nah)
    Sold my opp a pack, now his dog is what he's smokin'
    Since I was a youngin' I been moving like a MAC (Okay)
    Fucking up a sac
    Daddy smokin' crack (Let's get it)
    By sixteen, I was pimpin', fuckin' bitches back to back (Let's get it)
    Ben was with me in the trap, told me, "Rap and don't look back" (Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, get it, get it)
    Wish my dog was here, so I can give him every plaque (Every plaque)
    Hope he lookin' down with me counting every rack (Every rack)
    This shit deeper than rap, mane this shit deeper than labels (Let's get it)
    Kids eatin' dinner with no father at the table (Let's get it)
    Gotta keep it stable (Let's get it)
    Gotta keep it pushin' (Let's get it)
    Them hoes, they got me fucked up, think I'm worried 'bout pussy
    Right here where I should be (North)
    Eastern B-L-O-C (Grey)
    Grey *59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P

    [Refrain: Killa B]
    Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know, this shit is thick
    And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
    Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know, this shit is thick
    And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple

    [Chorus: Ruby da Cherry]
    Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
    Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)
    Yeah, got me fucked up
    Got me fucked up (Fucked up)
    Bitch, you got me fucked up

    [Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
    Six feet under ground, yeah, but I can go deeper
    Always got my heater, raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever
    Sleep with one eye open, always winking at the reaper
    Used to get so high, they found me aimlessly floatin' up in the ether
    Ruby, bring the phonk
    Movin' shadows when the night fall (Yeah)
    Fuck, this shit is bunk, feel like I'm snortin' Chinese drywall
    Play it smooth like a baby, make his bitch think that I might crawl
    AMG Mercedes got the bark like it'll bite y'all
    Shinin' so hard, I'm turnin' tunnels into bright halls (Shit)
    Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall
    Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fuckin' fame shit
    Caught in broad daylight, fuck, it's too late, I can't shape shift (No)
    Always lookin' down, they think that Ruby need a facelift
    Everyday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)
    Get the fuck away from me
    Leave me the fuck alone
    All of the credit I get is a lie, the whole time it was one of my clones (It was)
    They say they got beef, but they chewin' up beyond meat (Beef, fuck off)
    How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me
    Boy, go get your bread up, shred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (Yeah, yeah)
    Tryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, bitch, you got the wrong bee (Okay)

    [Chorus: Ruby da Cherry & $crim, Ruby da Cherry]
    Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
    Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)
    Yeah, got me fucked up
    Got me fucked up
    Bitch, you got me fucked up

  • Burgundy

    Burgundy

    New World Depression

    [Intro]
    Y-y-y (Y-y-y)
    Y-y-y (Y-y-y)
    You did good, $lick
    La la la la (It's a smash)
    La la la la la la la la la
    La la la la
    La la la la la la la la la
    (Ha, hahaha, ha, hahaha, ha, hahaha, ha, let's go, let's go, let's go)

    [Verse 1: $crim]
    I was running up the dope before the dough (North)
    You can check the records
    Ever since I got conscious, dying was obvious, counting down the seconds
    I was left with no options, snorting Oxys off a Smith & Wesson
    Body filled with narcotics, fuck the optics, bitch, next question (Get the fuck outta here)
    Smokin' like I been stressing (Smoke)
    Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic (Ho)
    Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressing, ho, I'm big stepping (Wetto)
    Jordan Clarkson with the Narcan
    I shoot for thirty and that's with my off-hand
    Walk in, they like, "Who let the dogs in?"
    Kill myself before I let an opp win
    Bitches begging me to get toxic, okay, let me go and pour a cup
    Mom and dad would if they could, I ain't even mad they ain't showing up
    Thinking 'bout it got me choking up, if I love her, time to blow it up
    Pop on some Percs 'til I'm throwin' up
    Then refresh on X like I'm scrolling up
    Yeah, I got some wounds that ain't closing up (Let's get it)
    Cuts on my body, no toning up (Let's get it)
    Ghost that there ain't no disposing of (Let's go, let's go, ayy, ayy)
    Emotionless, but the dose is up (Let's get it)
    Fuck affection, I don't cozy up
    You in my house, and that's close enough
    I got problems with trust, I got problems with lust
    Bitch, that's powder, not dust
    Whole gang brain fucked
    G*59, we the cult
    They ain't nothing like us (Grey)
    They say, "Huh?" I say, "What?"
    I drink 'Tuss, they drink nut
    They all pussies, get touched
    Turn an opp to a slut
    Turn his block to a blunt
    Watch my dog, he got flushed
    Looking at his first dead body
    Life too painful and the game will change you
    Have you saying, "Fuck everybody"
    I don't give a fuck what they hear about me
    Got a couple killers including Dre around me
    Better think twice 'fore you play around me
    Got more guns on me than a red county

    [Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
    Copped the Porsche 911, now I’m gettin’ randomly selected (What the fuck?)
    Search for drugs and bombs and weapons
    Wait a second (Huh), no need for aggression (Nope)
    Just a common misconception bettin' that they'll threaten my profession (Prolly)
    Their perception of who I am, won't make me question who I am, damn
    Rose gold and morganite lookin' like a suicidal gesture
    Knocked her ex-boyfriend the fuck out, just so I could impress her (Fuck him)
    Just so I could undress her (Yeah)
    Now I'm paying for the fall semester (God damn)
    I told her to call me professor after winter break I'ma hand her off to my successor
    Strive for the greater and never the lesser
    Me and $crim made it without an investor
    Yeah we survived suicidal adventures
    Made a pact that we would never surrender (Huh?)
    Never surrender (Say it again)
    Made a pact that we would never surrender
    Selling my soul to my dreams and my goals but I won't ever stop until I'm on the stretcher
    There's a demon in me and I think it might've overstayed its' welcome (Uhh)
    There's a demon in me and it's helping me to reach a state of bedlam (Uh-oh)
    Snorting these pills like I'm trying to smell them
    I'm declarin' war on my cerebellum (Ayy)
    My worst enemy is the version of me that I can't even fucking remember (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Uh, yeah
    Ruby been destined for the looney bin
    Round my finger the uzi spins
    While I'm chugging some bougie gin, lose or win
    I'm never slowing down like, we losin' wind, I'm grooming them for death
    'Cause my lifestyle, will have you choosin' limbs, the moon is dim
    Tonight I'll have to remain locked up in my tomb again
    Took too many xans I started asking who is $crim? The knot is loose again
    Someone tied the noose too thin
    Living life like pulling teeth I'll die with a toothless grin

    [Outro]
    Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going
    Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going
    Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going
    Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going
    La la la la
    La la la la la la la la la
    La la la la
    La la la la la la la la la