Fake Pontchartrain – $uicideboy$

Red tears run down my scattered face
6 blunts rolled laced
Holding the pace with fate
Hand on the wheel with my foot on the clutch
Made a deal with the devil just to get my dick sucked by 6 different bitches
Watch them switch up
Triple 6 lynches
Tie the rope up
Abusing narcotics because my life is chaotic
Don’t even get no fuc*** pleasure whether or not its erotic
Into my grave I left my conscious there between the pistol and the blade that I had used to end my fuc*** fate again
I swear

Hades born and raised I’m choking in the smoky blaze
I’m drowning in the local lake
I make them frozen how I flake
Draped in purple velvet cloaks
Ruby stones up in my crown
The Earth will be my fuc*** throne
Ruby drowned and Pluto was found
Three-headed dog locked up in the pound
But I let them out every once in a while
Give me what you got and I’ll put it in a pile
Burn it up then I smile
Starving
All I got is stomach bile
Number dialed
Nile flooded
Putting out the fuc*** fire

Life been gettin a little longer
Still keeping money in my bag, I’ll loan ya
These niggas lyin, girl they all baloney
Most fake and the rest corny
Call up shorty, kill a ni*** for me, yeah
I used her for this bait
Get to 4 deep
They’ll be wonderin’ who’s recording
Cause I made it look super sporty
Kill for sport and pop a 40
I don’t say shit, cause they know me
I call your bitch, cause she wanted to blow me
Got the money, yeah ni*** show me
Got the strap and the sawed on me
Got this cash, and it’s all on me
If you beefin ni***, I gotta 40
Then pop pop then you all gone yeah
Then you all gone yeah
Call my phone yeah
$UICIDE
Pontchartrain