Suicidal lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, ooh, suicidal)
(Ooh, ooh, suicidal)
(Go back on what I said, that sh*t suicidal)

[Chorus]
Pushing two hunnid in this 'Vette, that sh*t suicidal (Swerve)
I can't go back on what I said, 'cause that sh*t suicidal (Nah)
All that loving sh*t is dead, that sh*t suicidal
In London, got myself baguettes, that sh*t too exciting
b*tch, we from two different Earths (Hmm)
She gon' eat my di*k like she gon' eat some Nerds (Hmm)
Should I kick this Oxy', or kick this X? I don't know what's worse
Lost my twizzy to the system, every time I go back on my head, it hurts (Yeah)
Finna go hop in that Trackhawk, yeah, that sh*t is on go (Go)
Twizzy go pull up and go boom-boom-boom-boom, he gonna blow (Buh-buh-buh)
I got a bag full of f*cking racks, yeah, wherever I go
I bring my demons out my hole
They sellin' they sh*t on clearance, yeah, they talkin' 'bout they soul (Aah)

[Verse 1]
Ain't sh*t been safe for me (Ooh)
I don't count these racks in peace, yeah, my cheese in pieces (Oh)
This new Cayenne I just got off the lot, it's Reese's Pieces (Yessir)
[?] my shot, yeah, it's no teases (Yeah)
Racks on racks on racks, racks on racks on racks (Racks on racks on racks), yeah, hah
Bags on bags on bags, bags on bags on bags (Bags, bags)
Rackies on rackies on racks (Yeah), packs on packs on packs (Yeah)
Sorry, I told you that I'm petty, you gotta go get ready
What's this life you keep talking 'bout that nobody really know?
Too locked in with all my twizzies, we gon' go and that's for sure
I can try to help you see
I hope that I don't OD
Got Helmut on my back, that's my new Lang (Oh)
Got the Rick Owen' with Margielly, yeah, that's my slang (Slang)
Even if sh*t get like this, you gotta change (Change)
We gon' live dirty, dirty, dirty, yeah, we [?]
I put ten in Marriott
I f*ck my money up and married my cup (Yeah)
Might get some Tris' or I might get some Wock'
This loving sh*t is suicidal, but I can't stop (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Pushing two hunnid in this 'Vette, that sh*t suicidal (Swerve)
I can't go back on what I said, 'cause that sh*t suicidal (Nah)
All that loving sh*t is dead, that sh*t suicidal
In London, got myself baguettes, that sh*t too exciting
b*tch, we from two different Earths (Hmm)
She gon' eat my di*k like she gon' eat some Nerds (Hmm)
Should I kick this Oxy', or kick this X? I don't know what's worse
Lost my twizzy to the system, every time I go back on my head, it hurts (Yeah)
Finna go hop in that Trackhawk, yeah, that sh*t is on go (Go)
Twizzy go pull up and go boom-boom-boom-boom, he gonna blow (Buh-buh-buh)
I got a bag full of f*cking racks, yeah, wherever I go
I bring my demons out my hole
They sellin' they sh*t on clearance, yeah, they talkin' 'bout they soul (Aah)