Suicidal Thoughts lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, Goonrich)
(Yeah)
Captain Crunch Presents
(?)
(Huh, huh, By Any Means, huh, huh)

[Verse]
Balenciaga, b*tch they glow in the dark
Ice on my neck b*tch it pop (Ice)
Ducking that one-time looking for narcs (One-time)
Selling that Mota, cocoa Runtz
Go to LA put that lean on the Runtz
My n*ggas they killing sh*t, bodies gon' drop (Yeah)
Bust down the bill we gon' sell all the rocks (Bustin' it down)
Freaky lil b*tch from the A, givin' top (Yeah-yeah)
Call me Goonew b*tch I'm beating her box
Can't f*ck you right now b*tch I'm high off the narcs
We catching them bodies, get up on the car
We switching the plates then we switching the car
My n*ggas they walkdown, white chalk (Walk)
I'm off a Perc' 30, finna spark (30)
I been on that goon sh*t from the start (Goonrich)
I get it by any means, selling rock
Got signed by the plug n*gga, finna pop
Still signed to the streets cause I'm labeled a boss
I was f*cked up I had ten in the wall (I was f*cked up)
Too many n*ggas, my back on the wall (Too many n*ggas)
If I don't got my gun then I'm ready to brawl
Hit em' with two n*gga, rest in peace Mal
I dropped out of school cause stayed in the hall
I'm f*cking with Vero, them migos they lost
Hold on mami let me get in your draws
She call me papi, pin her ass on the wall
I robbed my cousin, man I needed it all
I shoulda killed him, he was running his jaw
Queen Latifah, b*tch we settin' it off (Yeah)
Hundred pounds, break it down in the loft
Lost twenty bands in a day, that's a loss (Twenty bands)
Ain't tell nobody, man that sh*t is the worst
I'm on that slime sh*t, let's get it poppin'
(Slime like clip, Goonrich gon' get this sh*t poppin')
They like "How the f*ck we gon' stop him?" (Uh)
I get to the bag n*gga ain't no stoppin'
(Ain't swapping down sh*t, ain't no sh*t on the marks)
Chief Keef, Bang Bang, b*tch you know how I'm rocking (Bang-bang)
Got an ARP that b*tch shoot like a rocket
Got a Glock 33, man that sh*t in my pocket
In the kitchen, b*tch I'm mixing the product
Gucci goggles, when I'm mixing the bottle (Gucci)
I'm talking fluids, yeah I'm mixing the product (Ooh)
I make a junkie hit the stick out the bottle
Call me Goonew, b*tch I'll f*ck on a model
I got a lil' pretty b*tch, came from Nevada (Yeah)
Iced out [?] hit like a sauna (Ice)
Pop two bars, b*tch I'm sleep til' tomorrow
Three chains, white gold, b*tch I'm colder than y'all
[Outro]
(Ha, Goonrich)