Suicide lyrics

[Verse]

Ion feel that nigga, he don't feel hisself

When we get on his ass make a fuck nigga kill hisself

I got that thang on me, i just let it hang out

A nigga run up on me wrong, its gon' be a bang out

Im a drug dealer, bring the cocaine out

I be on that hot shit, bring the propaine out

I put some honey on a snow bunny

Then i send her on the road just to hoe for me

Come short lil bitch, i need some more money

I got money growing roots, yeah thats old money

Im 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 fuck nigga blow his own brains out

Make a fuck nigga 'X' his own name out

They was sleepin' on me when I first came out

They tryna see how far go from where i came now

These rappers copy-catters, heard they want my lane now

We a turn a nigga 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 its 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 fourgis out

These hoes like a nigga swag, im havin' orgys now

I jumped off that porch at a early age

Fuck 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

Bitch im too cut, might need Band-Aid

Wassup with all these niggas tryna throw shade?

All i see is blue cheese through these new shades

You still on that old shit, im on a new page

I be dodging all the hoes, i need a new cage

Im 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 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

Im out west 290 nigga mind your business

How the fuck is them your niggas if you in competetion?

How the fuck is you a killer if you ain't kill the witness?

Already know im blowin' up you, just at back, a witness

Fuck around make me send my shortys on a mission

I lost my uncle Boochie and im still trippin'

I guess that be the reason why im still sippin'

You get killed for your chips nigga now im dippin'

Long nose 45, Scottie Pippen

Alotta bodies on that bitch and we still drillin'

You a beginner, you a pretender, im a sinner

Mouse trap for a master splinter ass nigga

We ride forgies out, these bad hoes adore me

Young nigga, 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 a poke shorty

Like he was a backwood, we a smoke shorty

And hell nah, we ain't friendly, i dont know shorty

I got alotta shortys that a blow for me

So dont say what you dont mean if you ain't know nun'

This bitch keep on yellin' out smoke some

I told that bitch to bend it over, let me poke some

If the police snatch me up, i dont know nun'

And lock me in im bondin' out, that ain't no money

You comedian ass nigga, you think you so funny

So many carats in my chain, i attract bunnys

Flow like a bumble bee, i attrack the hunnys

I rob the plug, now we got the trap house jumpin'

We beat down your door like Jehova witness

I drive a old-school like a senior citizen

I try to tell these fuck niggas, they ain't wanna listen

Ain't gon' be satisfied until some body end up missin'

Im YSN bitch, young street nigga

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 nigga i dont wanna eat with ya

Im a cold-hearted nigga, i might let that heat hit ya

My momma always told me, son dont let them streets get ya

Already too late, 'cus im a street nigga

Turn your location on, we can meet nigga

Ion rap beef, i leave it in the streets nigga

And you dont clap heat, you just a wannabe nigga