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Thank you.

No, sir.

Can't sleep.

Thank you.

No, sir.

Can't sleep.

Wearing Uzi and a Jeep Buffet bars with a suicidal that we druggin' Look at my face, bitch, I'm numb, can't feel nothin' Still in they place and they got y'all all buggin' You all say no names, but who else you see buzzin'?

Just me and my cousins, they bustin' and cuttin' These motherfuckers only nuttin' and puffin' Let's see how it's jumpin' when we up in public Don't bring a thought for me, cause then I'll start up And the blood will start gushin' All because of your front 5150, bitch, I don't do bluffin'

Lookin' like a pussy, I'ma fuck you up, boy He's gonna push that thing

Why you gonna run, bitch?

I ain't made no captain, it ain't no sight Bitch, you're my enemy, it's the same hoes

And get through with it I dated your mama, sedated your father Then threw his body into the ocean, he sank to the bottom I ain't lil' scrappy, but baby, you don't want no problems Who is that in the back of the Cadillac With the mad cut back, ready to bang into his own brain?

Triple S be the said, don't disrespect me Got a hundred more hoes just from this EP

I don't want to, but if I have to, I will hurt you And if my lil' ass can't do it myself, my lil' homie will murk you Your girl is my bitch, I know you smell the perfume

I was smoking weed, can't you find me?

My life went down on a beat, but you're ballin' that vine Push me into the pussy, and I now got a ventilator I'm high when I blow, when I blow, you done Pop in the gun, and I won't drop the gun Roll me, hold her, hold him, love me slowly, gotta go in

I feel like begging as great as I do

Flip flops, whip the dope so hard until my fuckin' wrists lock I just got a bundle of the air on out the east Break it down and cut it, now I got a quarter key Smokin' in no dope, no you can't hit the soap Cocaine choppin' snow, I got that drip goin' down my throat Always justify to get my urges satisfied, so let me clarify

Well, this is outside suicide.

Buffet boys, we worldwide.

Global to the day I die.

I love to see my bitches cry.

It gets me off.

Baby girl, you getting lost in the sauce.

I don't talk to nobody.

I don't got a boss.

You saying you gon' shoot me?

You don't got the boss.

All the guts to bust me in my tempo.

Why these rappers so sentimental?

Wake up in the morning like, what was I meant for?

All of these hoes be trifling.

All of them hoes is nymphos.

Make a fuck, but don't give him my info.

No.

Clean choice that's everyone's favorite.

Stop by the Winter Wonderland.

Outro Music

We got the shuffles that we diggin', I'm like, who you in the caddy?

Told them, shine the light bright, cause I'm diggin' in carcass What was a good day has turned into the usual, baggin' up black like a funeral

Runnin' for the cops through the motherfuckin' seven Six bodies droppin', nobody with the heaven Blocks stay high when I'm creepin' with the weapon Gotta keep the pills in me, I'll be killin' my depression City of the Crest, I'm ridin' with a Smith & Wesson Got a motherfucker guessin' when I hit him with a bluster Two shots to the dome, six shots in the chrome All shot through your own eye, that's a crime zone S-U-I-C-I-D-E Scarecrow creepin' with Uzi

depths of hell, watching as the oceans swell, grade 5-9 that's no smart tale, nothing but death in every cell.

When you come home, I'll stop it.

Yo, yo, she too deep in the flask.

Drinking and thinking go lead to a bad decision.

Deja vu, I

Roy Captiva, it's door, so pick one up for the holidays.

The price action games are up soon.

We can't, because we're the poppins.

Devils are denied, I'm walking by his side.

So kiss your mama on the lips and song and say goodbye.

I'll test them hot boys on the block I'll pop up with that 9mm The heater or the ether For any fuckboy who want it Night or the morning At any moment I'm known to flesh out With the eyes of Lucifer I'm Judas Pluck with the red eye With the six shot rock And the same pop I'm just gonna get dropped out From the same black box Selling my socks stocked With the same glock mask Don't pop out People all up in me when I'm loaded With the semi-brutal trigger Till it's empty Fuck boy don't tip me Fuck boys all in me Five, nine

The love shit that's on the drop Three little pigs in the big bed, whoop Bloodstained cheek, then I'm comin' in, whoop Huffing that puff on the blood, peck, whoop Bricks like shit in the lid, wanna bitch, roll em up With the dick, one shot in the mouth, love, she started that drop She bring me a wine and my blood's on the book Great day, dead thug, I shoot again at school Let's be the best, I'm okay with the breath, ain't a fool I ain't like the rest, bitch, I be hanging with girls

I look around, I realize that all of my opinions turn to fact I'm burning bridges cause I won't communicate with a label that can relate to me, myself and I You gotta tell, I can tell that you lie, I need more bread, I'm not satisfied Satellite television, it's not enough I pack out these shows, got hoes waiting right by the bus Just to get a chance to lift my nuts Southside suicide, do or die, who am I?

Got the 45 and my Levi's I know this bitch wanna be mine Treat a bitch like a feline, yeah

Aye.

Outro Music

Swerved, swerved in a motherfuckin' all-white crowd Big blue like Malchus, I ran down Let's throw that from my coffee, cause he poppin' out the brown can Got the towel lit up by the flame that I made From my gray 7-8, make way for the plague On the 7-8, where my knees lay in the ground Still got the badge, still got the gun Still got the pass, still got the stun Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun Put the Glock in my skull, then I boom

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Say you gettin' money, but your numbers don't show You a liar, baseball bat, fully wrapped in barbed wire For anyone that's tryna get by us I been thinkin' a lot I see these rappers tryna get in my spot Rob Tony, you gotta get it how you live Told that bitch, you better get up out my pits Pick a breath, asshole, with a face like this You're on the issue with no CMO Blow that most low scene of tissue I got his ID so I can really do an interview Don't come close to me, I'm not the one to really do it how it's supposed to be Independent till I live to get over it

Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want, walk how you want My job is the shit, I used to clean up shit, from the rim of the toilet Now I'm getting money, I don't got a peck of pistola, okay maybe Cause jealousy make a man go crazy, money make a motherfucker hate me