歌词
作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man
You ************s pitiful, I'm just sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a **********ing stain to Lil Cut Throat (blaow!)
Let the Glock bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"Savage" tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
**** a badge, **** a cop even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside, 90 scope on the shotty
Semi blow your body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, nigga
I break the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem ************? Come and try me
I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
**** around end up with your body
Autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies
Three choppas and the shottys shooting everybody
Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Badazz
On them drugs
Cheeky jaws, locked c**tch
Trigger finger itching, if you think I'm kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
**** a Backwoods, Swisha's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
********** you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch
*****, I like the sting
Smoking potent
Thinkin' I'm the chosen one
*****, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies saying
Now my eyes always hurting,
Wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
Hold up ****boy, who the **** said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do?
************, I’m a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb, to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Black-out the city, I’m back on them 30s
In about 20 minutes I’m gonna be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me ****ed up, sluts got me drugged up, ****
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high,
Seeing stars in the mirror like
I’m looking with a pipe beam
Nine-gram ring but the rims looking sparkly
Mighty sloppy, might be c**ky
Am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I’m willing to ****ing bet
Leave a ***** wet then I leave a ***** wet
I’m a ****ing vet
I’m a **********ing threat
G*59 the set
G*59 will make you sweat
I don’t give a ****, kiss my ****ing epithet
Lace up my Nikes Decades meet me at Heaven's Gate
7th Ward by the lake 'till my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupid from Burman Street,
Saturday night! Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning
And you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness
Only to go back out tonight and get wasted again