Karaoké Carrollton Suicideboys

Play me some of that suicide pimpin' mane

You motherfuckers pitiful

I'm too sick of you

I'm a walkin' visual

You boys refillable

Unforgivable

Once you cross me ho

Now you a motherfuckin' stain to Lil Cut Throat

Let the gun bang, nuts hang

Drug game ain't the same $avage tatted on my face

Grey ape

Blazin' while we hotbox

Fuck a badge, fuck a cop

Even if the K hot watch me bust on any block

Northside knotty

Scope on the shotty

Semi blow your body

Tony grippin' on the Tommy bitch

I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy

You got a problem

Motherfucker come and try me

I'm nothin' like what you punk boys wanna embody

Norf, Norf, East Side

Five-Nine, Tony grippin' Tommy

Fuck around, end up get your body, autopsy

I be that walkin' zombie

Bath salts, eatin' bodies

Three choppa's and a shotty

Shootin' everybody

Cigarette wet

Bumpin' Boosie Badazz

On them drugs, jiggin'

Jaws locked-clinchin'

Trigger finger itchin'

If you think I'm kiddin'

Smoke leakin' from the sticky that we smokin' boy

Fuck a Backwood

Swisher's what I use boy

Smoke what I choose

Do what I wanna do

Motherfuck you and your punk friends too

Ruby

Ruby

Blunt lit, lungs itch

Bitch I like the sting

Smokin' potent, thinkin' I'm the chosen one, bitch I'm a king

I can hear my dead homies sing

Now my eyes always hurtin'

Wipin' tears with diamond rings

Yeah ayy

Hold up fuckboy

Who the fuck said we cool

Man I quit smokin' with hypebeasts back in two-thousand-and-two

What it do

Motherfucker I'm a fool

Ruby Da Cherry is ghoulin' with goblins

If you got a problem then you better move

From the womb to the tomb

Bustin' out early

Bustin' out soon

Blackout the city

I'm back on them thirties

In 'bout twenty minutes

We'll be on the moon

Drugs got me fucked up

Sluts got me drugged up, fuck

Slam my face against a pill to crush it up

Government ID helps me get high

Seein' stars in the mirror like I'm lookin' with a bright beam

Lime green paint but the rims lookin' Spike Lee

Mighty sloppy, might be cocky

Am I in the right scene

Highly unlikely and I'm willin' to fuckin' bet

Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet

I'm a fuckin' vet'

I'm a motherfuckin' threat

G-Five-Nine the set

G-Five-Nine will make you sweat

I don't give a fuck is my fuckin' epithet

Lace up my Nike Decades

Meet me at Heaven's Gate

Seventh Ward by the lake 'till my death

You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon 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