Black $uicide – $uicideboy$

Steady riding low, eyes steady swole
Feel like death row, 1994
$uicide tears, dripping off our mothers
Bullets in the chamber of the pistol in the cupboard
Got a couple black tees with that endo sparking
Bitch, don’t even look my way ‘cause I fuc*** hate talking
Got them spinners on a hearse, bitches for dessert
Pour me up a four, I’m sipping codeine ‘til the dirt

Ridin round Texas in a Lexus with a Florida license plate
Outta state, eating grapes, blowing dank, no yank, bitch
Dry as fuc*** weed, Slick
Havin’ the panic attack with the mac in his lap
And now he makin’ beats
Smurf in the back tryna get some sleep
Gas tank on E, not a stack on me, sunset, cool breeze
Lookin at the moon and then I turn into a goon
I’m doing what I please, throwin’ up some fuc*** threes

Slide in deep while I’m tipped
Tryna run cash up
Steady fienin’ more income like
Damn bro, what I gotta do to get out of these problems I’m facing?
Light a smooth J in my right hand
Got bitches just like U2
Get the cash man
I didn’t always have for the cabman
Ain’t no tellin’ what a ni*** do to you
Shake your hand, or just shoot through you
I’m the man that you show respect
When seen cruisin’ through
Either that, or get that ass fanned up
Matter fact, I rather run bands up
Meet the pocket chopper, mini rocket-launcher
Stay out the way or get bagged up, ni***