Suicide

Lyrics

[Verse] Ion feel that nigga, he don't feel hisself When we get on his ass make a fuck nigga kill hisself I got that thang on me, I just let it hang out A nigga run up on me wrong, it's gon' be a bang out I'm a drug dealer, bring the cocaine out I be on that hot shit, bring the propane out I put some honey on a snow bunny Then I send her on the road just to hoe for me Come short, lil' bitch, I need some more money I got money growing roots, yeah, that's old money I'm ridin' big whips, they call me Lil' Wheel And you know I keep a tool like I'm Bob the Builder Late night, war time, bring them thangs out Make a fuck nigga blow his own brains out Make a fuck nigga 'X' his own name out They was sleepin' on me when I first came out They tryna see how far I go from where I came now These rappers copycatters, heard they want my lane now We a turn a nigga house to a haunted house Ain't nobody put no food in my momma house I was all on my own, Kid helped me out I heard you gettin' a lil' money but you runnin' out Thought it was funny then, do you think it's funny now? If you ain't hear me comin', can you hear me comin' now? We pull up on your ass, dont be runnin' out European ass clip, ain't runnin' out Ridin' European ass whips, I brought the Forgis out These hoes like a nigga swag, I'm havin' orgies now I jumped off that porch at a early age Fuck around and lose your life, actin' too brave Bad boy, I done found my daddy 12 gauge Went the juvenile, I got out on a rampage Bitch I'm too cut, might need Band-Aid Wassup with all these niggas tryna throw shade? All I see is blue cheese through these new shades You still on that old shit, I'm on a new page I be dogging all the hoes, I need a new cage I'm ridin' in that big body, I need two lanes You think I robbed a casino, got so many chips You think I was a slave, got so many whips You think I was Frito, got so many dips Gun so big, can't even fit on my hip Hit the club off them drugs, then we start trippin' If we can't get in with the Glock, we parkin' lot pimpin' She like my pimp walk, she like the way I'm limpin' I can teach you boys a lesson if you pay attention I'm out west, 290, nigga, mind your business How the fuck is them your niggas if you in competition? How the fuck is you a killer if you ain't kill the witness? Already know I'm blowin' up you, just at back, a witness Fuck around make me send my shorties on a mission I lost my uncle Boochie and I'm still trippin' I guess that be the reason why I'm still sippin' You get killed for your chips, nigga, now I'm dippin' Long nose 45, Scottie Pippen A lotta bodies on that bitch and we still drillin' You a beginner, you a pretender, I'm a sinner Mouse trap for a Master Splinter ass nigga We ride Forgies out, these bad hoes adore me Young nigga, I lost my mind when I was a shorty I just put some new bullets in a old forty And if he holdin' on that work we'll poke shorty Like he was a backwood, we'll smoke shorty And hell nah, we ain't friendly, I dont know shorty I got a lotta shorties that'll blow for me So dont say what you dont mean if you ain't know nun' This bitch keep on yellin' out smoke some' I told that bitch to bend it over, let me poke some' If the police snatch me up, I dont know nun' And lock me in I'm bondin' out, that ain't no money You comedian ass nigga, you think you so funny So many carats in my chain, I attract bunnies Flow like a bumble bee, I attrack the hunnies I rob the plug, now we got the trap house jumpin' We beat down your door like Jehovah Witness I drive a old-school like a senior citizen I try to tell these fuck niggas, they ain't wanna listen Ain't gon' be satisfied until some body end up missin' I'm YSN, bitch, Young Street Nigga How you leave your homie and you ain't got your heat with ya? If you ain't get no money I dont wanna meet with ya You ain't a real nigga, I don't wanna eat with ya I'm a cold-hearted nigga, I might let that heat hit ya My momma always told me, "Son, don't let them streets get ya" Already too late, 'cause I'm a street nigga Turn your location on, we can meet, nigga Ion rap beef, I leave it in the streets, nigga And you don't clap heat, you just a wannabe nigga