Suicide boys — $outh $ide $uicide

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when I’m high
Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die

, fuck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock
Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot
Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot
No tomb, no plot, throw ’em off of the yacht, undocked
With the slot of the skull hangin’ in the fucking river, ho
 *59, so cynical

[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Got a pound in the blunt, I’m loungin’
Pour another round, I’m drownin’
Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain, ayy
Swerv-swervin’ in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic’
Blue light mounted, siren howlin’

Got the town lit up by the flame that I made
From my grey serenade, make way for the Plague
On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves

Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

[Verse 3: Pouya]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
$outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho
Say you gettin’ money, but your numbers don’t show, you a liar

I been thinkin’ a lot, I see these rappers tryna get at my spot

Told that bitch, «You better get up out my biz»
Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz (Shut the fuck up)
You don’t want no issue with
Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue

Don’t come close to me
I’m not the one to really do it how it’s ‘posed to be

Before I bring her to the crib, make sure that bitch don’t stink
Ain’t no rules to the game, talk how you want (Yuh)
Walk how you want (Yuh), my job is the shit

Now I’m gettin’ money, I don’t gotta pack a pistola
Okay, maybe (Maybe)
‘Cause jealousy make a man go crazy
Money make a motherfucker hate me