Here we go again – $uicideboy$

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her I loved her, lying like shit
I’m still boolin’ tho, bleedin’ concrete, snortin’ Oxys
Feelin’ God-body like who gon’ stop me now?
Runnin’ round while blowin’ pound after pound
See me now? Get hip, get it now
I’m gone til November
Got into pickin’ pockets kinda often, big ass, gas bag
Passenger side of the Cadillac, seat slightly sat back
On my side, I got my Baghdad, hotel hoppin’
Bombin’ back-back, dynamite in the Gucci knapsack
Ruckus in the church, Jesus meet this heathen, he kinda hurt
Buzzin’ I’m loud, never stoppin’ ‘til they stick me in the dirt

Took a benzo, wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin’ where the wind blows
Cut-throat motherfuc*** robbin’ when my ends low, yuh
$outh $ide $uicide
Wanna ride in the Caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin’ drippin’ down in my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin’ in the night
Ride like No Limit in ’96
Stunt like I’m Wayne on the Carter 6
Now I got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch
This that motherfuckin’ gospel
Kanye I’m a motherfuckin’ monster
Cock back put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up, ‘cause I’m pickin’ up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type O on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes, when I whip it lookin’ like the Cadillac bent
Lookin’ like a car accident
Spilled my guts and I spilled my cup
Lean on my liver I ain’t sippin’ it up
Hollow out a fuckboy skull so I can sip in peace my G
Don’t follow me ‘cause bad shit happens with Germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties
They lack the seeds, no matchin’ me, these bags of weed
Yeah, that’s for free
We trash the scene, no gasoline