Suicide boys — lte

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I be that skinny fiend sippin’ lean, caffeine with codeine I’m smoking nicotine, PCP Pills in my cuisine I’m fucking draped in suede, wrist dismayed $uicide renegade Pop a couple waves up in my grave, carvin’ my skin with the blade I don’t fuck with squealers, known drug dealer Stealer with the sealer $lickity always wrecked, bitch, get checked Grey*59 the set, chopper make ’em wet Watch me flex, y’all just second best Never second guess Manifest, triple six ’till death

Ruby ain’t my motherfucking true name If I wrote it down, it would combust into a blue flame

Gloom gang banging, whole crew slain Bodies in the suitcase, polo body bag full of bootlegs

Two-faced bitch, sick a duck Got your bitch laying goose eggs

Two fangs growing, got a toothache Tie me up like a shoe-string, let the noose hang

Out of my box, I need a new frame Ruby da Cherry ain’t got a pocket full of fruitcake

Bruce Wayne wannabe Fuck with me, I’ll probably give you somethin’ free Honeys surroundin’ around me because I’m buzzin’ like a fucking bumblebee

Most of my raps are fucking tongue-in-cheek Fungus in my lungs, dungeon reeks of crumbling weed

Another day, another fee Pile of fucking dirt you will find me underneath, yah, yah