Suicide lyrics

[Verse]
Ion feel that n*gga, he don't feel hisself
When we get on his ass make a f*ck n*gga kill hisself
I got that thang on me, I just let it hang out
A n*gga run up on me wrong, it's gon' be a bang out
I'm a drug dealer, bring the cocaine out
I be on that hot sh*t, bring the propane out
I put some honey on a snow bunny
Then I send her on the road just to hoe for me
Come short, lil' b*tch, I need some more money
I got money growing roots, yeah, that's old money
I'm ridin' big whips, they call me Lil' Wheel
And you know I keep a tool like I'm Bob the Builder
Late night, war time, bring them thangs out
Make a f*ck n*gga blow his own brains out
Make a f*ck n*gga 'X' his own name out
They was sleepin' on me when I first came out
They tryna see how far I go from where I came now
These rappers copycatters, heard they want my lane now
We a turn a n*gga house to a haunted house
Ain't nobody play no fool in my momma house
I was all on my own, Kid helped me out
I heard you gettin' a lil' money but you runnin' out
Thought it was funny then, do you think it's funny now?
If you ain't hear me comin', can you hear me comin' now?
We pull up on your ass, dont be runnin' out
European ass clip, ain't runnin' out
Ridin' European ass whips, I brought the Forgis out
These hoes like a n*gga swag, I'm havin' orgies now
I jumped off that porch at a early age
f*ck around and lose your life, actin' too brave
Bad boy, I done found my daddy 12 gauge
Went the juvenile, I got out on a rampage
b*tch I'm too cut, might need Band-Aid
Wassup with all these n*ggas tryna throw shade?
All I see is blue cheese through these new shades
You still on that old sh*t, I'm on a new page
I be dodging all the hoes, I need a new cage
I'm ridin' in that big body, I need two lanes
You think I robbed a casino, got so many chips
You think I was a slave, got so many whips
You think I was Frito, got so many dips
Gun so big, can't even fit on my hip
Hit the club off them drugs, then we start trippin'
If we can't get in with the Glock, we parkin' lot pimpin'
She like my pimp walk, she like the way I'm limpin'
I can teach you boys a lesson if you pay attention
I'm out west, 290, n*gga, mind your business
How the f*ck is them your n*ggas if you in competition?
How the f*ck is you a killer if you ain't kill the witness?
Already know I'm blowin' up you, just at back, a witness
f*ck around make me send my shorties on a mission
I lost my uncle Boochie and I'm still trippin'
I guess that be the reason why I'm still sippin'
You get killed for your chips, n*gga, now I'm dippin'
Long nose 45, Scottie Pippen
A lotta bodies on that b*tch and we still drillin'
You a beginner, you a pretender, I'm a sinner
Mouse trap for a Master Splinter ass n*gga
We ride Forgies out, these bad hoes adore me
Young n*gga, I lost my mind when I was a shorty
I just put some new bullets in a old forty
And if he holdin' on that work we'll poke shorty
Like he was a backwood, we'll smoke shorty
And hell nah, we ain't friendly, I dont know shorty
I got a lotta shorties that'll blow for me
So dont say what you dont mean if you ain't know nun'
This b*tch keep on yellin' out smoke some'
I told that b*tch to bend it over, let me poke some'
If the police snatch me up, I dont know nun'
And lock me in I'm bondin' out, that ain't no money
You comedian ass n*gga, you think you so funny
So many carats in my chain, I attract bunnies
Flow like a bumble bee, I attrack the hunnies
I rob the plug, now we got the trap house jumpin'
We beat down your door like Jehovah Witness
I drive a old-school like a senior citizen
I try to tell these f*ck n*ggas, they ain't wanna listen
Ain't gon' be satisfied until some body end up missin'
I'm YSN, b*tch, Young Street n*gga
How you leave your homie and you ain't got your heat with ya?
If you ain't get no money I dont wanna meet with ya
You ain't a real n*gga, I dont wanna eat with ya
I'm a cold-hearted n*gga, I might let that heat hit ya
My momma always told me, "Son, dont let them streets get ya"
Already too late, 'cus I'm a street n*gga
Turn your location on, we can meet, n*gga
Ion rap beef, I leave it in the streets, n*gga
And you don't clap heat, you just a wannabe n*gga