Suicide boys — April Mourning

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Verse 1: $CRIM]
Blood dripping off my braids
Persuade ’em with the blade
Bitch, I call a spade a spade
There ain’t no need for throwing shade
You know I keep that contraband
$uicide in high demand
Keep a hand full of them xans, and a fully loaded mag’
Afterlife pimpin’, got them rims on a casket

Walking corpse, stalking courts
Show ’em no remorse
Corner store, sippin’ fours
Fresh up off a tour, bitch

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]

Fuck an idol, no one towers over me
Hopefully, openly talking ’bout all of my emotions
Ocean deep, sink into the bottom
Opening up all my fucking problems

Six times three
If I was a key on the board, I’d probably be delete or escape
Either way, you’re pressing me, uh