Suicide

Lyrics

[Chorus] Bro want some beef, he suicide, go hang That nigga ain't got no money, he gon' hate Put my scope on a choppa, it's longrange She'll put that pussy on me just throwin' it Like I got some balance, yeah, I'm gettin' on that I got some talent so I gotta hone that Her test gon' bomb him up like some cognac My bitch couldn't walk straight, she got a blown back Turn yo' shit down, you gotta tune that I ran off with yo' money, he gotta own that He ran up on my friend, he got a toe tag I damn near slapped her face, tryna throw a threat Like that could be him next time we throw back Mind her dumb ass lisp, she drunk as hеll Don't give these trifling ass bitchеs no roses Yeah get a green card, nigga gettin' too cozy (What?) Why I seen that boy, like he in a collin Real bad bitch, they only eat bone-in I know some haters and niggas been rodent Shawty in love she talkin' about I'm goated [Verse 1] I get high as fuck, yeah, just like I'm Odin I need a whole garbage truck just too hold this So much money it's coming in loads That boy couldn't hide 'fore I was wipin' his nose That boy up the road, he covered in O's I fucked his ho, he already know I pop out it's crazy, that's far as it goes No problem, we spinnin' the park, Joe You ridin' on dick, yeah nigga you gay Boy why you actin' like my bitch, you crazy You was shootin' up houses, got sent to Satan Yeah I gotta new bag now, so elated Y'all real deal minions, yeah y'all got baited I counted up 10 racks, she went crazy On codeine, I'm a lil' bit lazy Get up on a nigga, he thought it was Daisy And we pulled up on the ops, they thought it was Stacy Now that nigga tryna run, yea bro a lil' hasty And they send me to the trap, now police tryna take me And I took a lil nap, 'cause the police tried to lace me [Chorus] Bro want some beef, he suicide, go hang Put that scope on the choppa, it's longrange Nigga ain't got no money, he gon' hate She'll put that pussy on me just throwin' it Like I got some balance, yeah I'm gettin' on that I got some talent so I gotta hone that Her test gon' bomb him up like some cognac My bitch couldn't walk straight, she got a blown back Boy turn your shit down, you gotta tune that I ran off with yo' money, he gotta own that He ran up on my fam', he got a toe tag I damn near slapped her face, tryna throw a threat Like that could be him next time we throw back Mind her dumb ass lisp, she was drunk as hell Don't give these trifling ass bitches no roses Yeah get a green card, nigga gettin' too cozy (What?) I seen that boy, like he in a collin Real bad bitch, they only eat bone-in I know some haters and niggas been rodent Shawty in love she talkin' about I'm goated [Verse 2] I rolled up a bliz' she talkin about she floated Im strokin' her long dick, thinkin' I'm folding Pulled out, take the nut in her mouth, she a soldier She a eater, in love with the gang, she a go-er And I beat her, I'm rollin' up right by the blower Put a nigga on a tee, hit his ass with the sword You gon' die by that bitch if you live by the sword And im eating her ass like a apple or pork Just cause I need me bag, so that's manure My nigga off percs [?] Got breath on me like you tryna bring a bass to shore Whole street scared lookin' like a tad insecure Crack that seal now I'm looking like [?] I don't care about his opinion nigga, I ain't ask for yours Go head be pussy, niggas be cats for sure Nigga like I'm gonna tax forsure Nigga don't ask how I got that act' in storage And yo' plug ran off, nigga crackin' up Just like a pimp lil' nigga, gotta' track my whore [Outro] (cough) (cough) (cough) (cough) Fuck (wah) (ngah) (uh, uh)