Suicide lyrics

[Chorus]
Bro want some beef, he suicide, go hang
That n*gga ain’t got no money, he gon' hate
Put my scope on a choppa, it’s longrange
She’ll put that pus*y on me just throwin’ it
Like I got some balance, yea I’m gettin’ on that
I got some talent, so I gotta hone that
Her test gon' bomb him up like some cognac
My b*tch couldn’t walk straight, she got a blown back
Turn yo’ sh*t down, you gotta tune that
I ran off with yo’ money, he gotta own that
He ran up on my friend, he got a toe tag
I damn near slapped her face, tryna throw a threat
That could be him next time we throw back
Mind her dumb ass lisp, she was drunk as hell
Don't givе these trifling ass b*tches no rosеs
Yeah get a green card, n*gga gettin’ too cozy
I seen that boy, like he in a collin
Real bad b*tch, they only eat bone-in
I know some haters and n*ggas been rodent
Shawty in love she talkin’ about I'm goated

[Verse 1]
I get high as f*ck, yeah, just like I'm Odin
I need a whole garbage truck just too hold this
So much money It's coming in loads
That boy couldn't hide ‘fore I was wipin’ his nose
That boy up the road, he covered in O's
I f*cked his hoe, he already know
I pop out it’s crazy, thats far as it goes
No problem [?], thats part of the joke
You ridin’ on di*k, yeah n*gga you gay
Boy why you actin’ like my b*tch, you crazy
You was shootin' up houses, got sent to Satan
Yea I gotta new bag now, so elated
Y'all real deal minions, yeah y'all got baited
I counted up 10 racks, she went crazy
On codeine, I'm a lil' bit lazy
Get up on a n*gga, he thought it was Daisy
And we pulled up on the ops, they thought it was Stacy
Now that n*gga tryna run, yea bro a lil’ hasty
And they send me to the trap, now police tryna take me
And I took a lil nap, ‘cause the police tried to lace me
[Chorus]
Bro want some beef, he suicide, go hang
Put that scope on the choppa, it’s longrange
n*gga ain’t got no money, he gon' hate
She’ll put that pus*y on me just throwin’ it
Like I got some balance, yea I’m gettin’ on that
I got some talent, so I gotta hone that
Her test gon' bomb him up like some cognac
My b*tch couldn’t walk straight, she got a blown back
Boy turn your sh*t down, you gotta tune that
I ran off with yo’ money, he gotta own that
He ran up on my fam', he got a toe tag
I damn near slapped her face, tryna throw a threat
That could be him next time we throw back
Mind her dumb ass lisp, she was drunk as hell
Don't give these trifling ass b*tches no roses
Yeah get a green card, n*gga gettin’ too cozy
I seen that boy, like he in a collin
Real bad b*tch, they only eat bone-in
I know some haters and n*ggas been rodent
Shawty in love she talkin’ about I'm goated

[Verse 2]
I rolled up a bliz' she talkin about she floated
Im strokin’ her long di*k, thinkin' I'm folding
Pulled out, take the nut in her mouth, she a soldier
She a eater, in love with the gang, she a go-er
And I beat her, I'm rollin’ up right by the blower
Put a n*gga on a tee, hit his ass with the sword
You gon’ die by that b*tch if you live by the sword
And im eating her ass like a apple or pork
Just cause I need me bag, so that's manure
My n*gga off percs [?]
Got breath on me like you tryna bring a bass to shore
Whole street scared lookin' like a tad insecure
Crack that seal now I'm looking like [?]
I don't care about his opinion n*gga, I ain’t ask for yours
Go head be pus*y, n*ggas be cats for sure
n*gga like I'm gonna tax forsure
n*gga don't ask how I got that act' in storage
And yo' plug ran off, n*gga crackin' up
Just like a pimp lil' n*gga, gotta' track my whore
[Outro]
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f*ck
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