Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Torcher

[$lick $loth:]

Living my life like I die every night

Born in the dark so don't turn on the lights

I know that you waiting for me to wake up

But you wasting your time because I don't give a fuck

Drugs in my vein, got that dope by the gram

Paranoid in all the time so the nine's in my hand

They know $uicide, I ain't gotta say a fucking thing

Catch me on the other side where the mockingbird sings




[Lil' Oozing:]

Hand out the grave no bitch it ain't a wave

Give me some help I been dying for days

Slittin' myself bitch I been dripping yep

Melting away no more need for a belt

Hiding my eyes but they never stay closed

I need that belt again it's for my throat

Light up the blunt bitch I want to breathe smoke

Haunting me yeah I'm surrounded by ghosts

O' lord I Have My Doubts

[Ruby Da Cherry:]

Ruby slipped a roofie in cream soda with a two piece

Riding uzi, riding two seats, slide two cups inside the koozie

I'm so slumped, I'm so numb

Swerving, skrrting with the pump, serving bumps

Ruby Da Chump gotta loosen the blunt

Got a screw that's loose too, but not the noose, stunting

Gotta watch the fucking news, making my debut, stunting

Getting goose from your bitch too, juicing up the oven

Yung Ooze, gotta prove that I'm a dime a dozen

$uicidal, so is my cousin

I gotta gut feeling there's a blade up in my stomach

I don't fear god 'cause I know that he's just bluffing

I'ma die one day, open up the gates to nothing

Heaven ain't an option so before the buzzards start crunching

I'ma keep on saying fuck it, I'ma keep on saying fuck 'em

I'ma keep on saying nothing

Unless you want to get to fucking

Best keep on trucking




[Anthony Mars:]

Curb checking when I'm whipping with the Leopard in the '94

Hearing voices in my mind, hoe, heroin down my nose

Like Houston, coming down, hundred blades on the Tahoe

Light up my tobacco, rebirth of the scarecrow

I just put my hand in my pocket found a xan, aye

Cut throat with the draco, it's the Yung Slenderman aye

You ain't seen a psycho 'til Lil Slick without his pills

My life just wants to give in every time these burdens build

On me, on me, on me

On me, on me, on me

Spring Season Intro

(Ha-ha-ha-ha...)

Grey*59 Records presents (Grey, grey)

YIN YANG TAPES motherfucker (G*59)

From the year 1989 to the year 1990

Yeah, yeah, Spring Season

Better get an umbrella, motherfucker (Oh shit I think a storm's comin')

From the northside to the southside (North-Northside)

From the mothafuckin' east bank to the west bank, bitch (7th ward, Eastern Block second world shit)

Introducin' Wetto and Blanco Leopardo

$UICIDEBOY$ are back in the cut, bitch'

Find your halos and sharpen your pitchforks ($ui-$ui-$ui-$uicide)

The year of $UICIDE is upon us (Ooh-ooh')

Let the slaughter begin

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Whole Lotta Grey

I got a 40 on my hip

I got a 30 up my nose

I got 20 inch rims

Holin down with 10 toes

I got zero time for hoes

5 9 is the gang

I'm just sayin how it goes

I'm just showin off my fangs

All these lames

All these dames

All these chains

I can't do it

All this fame

All these claims

Its all the same

I think I'm movin

Barbed wire around my body

Oddy fuck with nobody

I made millions off a hobby

Still feel anxious in a lobby

Uh

Its like my soul is made of real tree camo

Flauge

I'm in a dodge in a garage huffin exhaust

Realest thing about me is my middle name norman

This whole time ya'll have been witnessing my joker performance

I don't give a fuck I'm over it

Take me off my leash and then meet ruby da fuckin doberman

Titties, cars, outfits stupid trends on social media

All I see are demons conjuring up pedophilia



I got glocks with no kick

I got Ks with a switch

I got head I can't forget from a young new orleans witch

I got xans in my (spit)

I got uhhhh lemme check

That's your whole life's work on mother fuckin wrist

I got chains I don't wear

I got pain in my glare

Fuck your song I don't care

Fuck your gang it don't compare

If I hang it's in the air

Got it tatted on my throat

I'm the antonym of broke

Change my legal name to goat

And she like oh my God

Why you go that hard

Everything that wetto touch it turn to avant garde

More junk then pull a part

Just put some in my arm

They call me track mark shorty

Shoot like Jason Bourne

Told shake I need 100 pack

Throw my dog 100 racks

Carrying the gang

You would think I got 100 backs

Googling my net worth

That won't even cover tax

Still that boy up out the shack

Now fix your mouth and run it back



I got nothin else to say that already ain't been said

I got people want me dead cause of messages I ain't read

I got 59 problems I'll solve em with FN's

9 times outta 10 it be always ya best friend

I got sweat drippin' fent out my pores and demons dance around cut em down with my forceps

She cream on my cock when she bop in her corset

Ima hug the block with my hellcat and my Keltec

Hellbent

Fuck a mood ring

I got mood swings and AR's

Drivin' too sus

I put 30 in your new car

That boy don't drink

This .300 make em blackout

Hit her from the front but this backstroke make her tap out

Fah fah fah fah SMG*59

It go La La La La .223 the back line

Let it sing

Let it sing like my Springfield XD9

Yeah my glocky Regis Philbin that boy need a lifeline

Sorry For The Delay

THE_EVIL_THAT_MEN_DOYou ask me to help you?

How can I when you kidnapped and stole him

For all I know, even murdered

By nightfall, we will have left your earth

You will not see us until it is time

Time for what?

($uicideboy$)



When I die, auction off all my body parts

Let's see what oddy costs

Under my skull the shotty's cross

Got all these opps on my dick like it's made of metal

Making so much money it's like my boss is the devil

She loves me, she loves not, I done ran out of petals

Littered the ground with rose bits, I'll grip this thorny stem forever

A portrait of my pain, an homage to my suffering

Same tale I been uncovering

I'm staining the whole world grey, y'all get back to coloring



Slickity slickity sloth

Thug Bach

Shoot up the mass

It will B minor

Jabbing my arm no Pfizer

Dick cuffed like it cum with priors

Liars

All around me talking hugs and love

Attaching kisses that come with wishes for death so they can touch my trust

Fuck

That's some hard mother fucking truth

Still contemplating suicide

Just upgraded a couple coupes

Morally bankrupt

Call a skank up

To pretend she love me

("But I do love you")

Hoe, don't talk while you fucking sucking



Uh, should we, I, that was a little short, bruh

Well, fuck bro

Can we, can we

I just did eight bars 'cause I had to say all you had to say

I got more shit to say, bro, like

Well, I mean

What? Tell me

This ain't a love's touch



Who the fuck said Ruby done lost his touch?

Blame my success on lots of luck

But lots of luck didn't get your bitch unfucked

Blame my absense on the fact that my dick got stuck

Call me evergreen

Your bitch never seemed like she lost touch

Begging me she wants her jaw fucked

Withdraw from dope before I withdraw my cash

Use her tongue to collect ash

For the stash I guess I'll smash

Pull off in a GLE wagon, fucked up, I might crash

Just thoughts and feelings from the half of me that is white trash



Bitch, I cheated death

Ain't a thing that I can't do

Manipulation shawty

I could sell ice to Nanook

I could sell ice to the jeweler

I could sell Christ like I'm Judas

Self righteous type of a shooter

Make my life insurance shoot up

Wet screwed up

Product of my environment

My therapist was talking Freud

I rolled my eyes then fired the bitch

Why would I quit?

My drug of choice is overdosing duh

My dick got no limits

I'm Master P pimping

And making them bitches say ugh



You would be horrified at the sight of us



Rain, rain

Go away

200 on the dash

Watch me hydroplane

Gang, gang

Gang's all grey

From New Orleans to Ottawa

From Atlanta to The Bay

Bring Out Your Dead

You a, you a, bad, bad (other way kids!)

They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch (ay, ay, ay)

I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch



Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks


[?]
the smack, lickin up powder bags

Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it

Three in the back, and that's not including your bitch tushy

Mutt hit the blunt like a bump

$lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a fuck

In my counts, suck it up, bitch I'm fucked

Lead the brain, I got tar in the lungs

Dreads full of stank, til' my car fuckin'
[?]

Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck

Lean the seat back as I'm swerving, I crash

Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black

I'm ash

Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack

Just a bunch of trash

Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP

Let's just be terrorists"

Well punk boy let me see



(Bitch, you a bad hoe

Bitch, you a bad hoe

They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch

I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch

Bitch, you a bad hoe

Bitch, you a bad hoe

They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch

I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch)



This for any pussy boy wanna act up (ac' up)

Fight self-debt with no guts (no guts)

Voice in my head say, "Ya ain't kill yourself!"

So, so, so I wrote a note

Hop out, Torkoal

Told homie make a circle

Fuck you when the
[?]

These Xanax anxiety on panic

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I got to go!

I got a sixty pack waitin' at home

Feel like a zombie; I'm all alone

Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone




[?]

Let's get it, get that hoe

Motherfucking gang (gang!)

I don't damn care, aye

So am I right?



(Bitch, you a bad hoe

Bitch, you a bad hoe

They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch

I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch

Bitch, you a bad hoe

Bitch, you a bad hoe

They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch

I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch

Triple Six)

I Miss My Dead Friends

[Ruby da Cherry:]

Got a bunch of baggage

Got a bunch of bags up in the attic hiding all my bad habits

Slick? He got some bad habits

Plus he's asthmatic

All the smoke that I be dragging bitch

I need some casket for my fucking lungs they fucking damaged

Like the Black Flag, classic Sabbath?

Never heard of that, shit

Bitch I work, it ain't for assets

Roll a solo blunt, no matching

It's because of all the gadgets why I keep a social status

Fucking phones and tablets

Bitch I do this shit just for JEFE

Yeah he told me make it happen then he died in that tragic car crash

And every time I think of that I'm flicking ashes

Yeah it sucks when you realize life is fast

And I'm a fucking cashless organism trying to thrive inside a habitat that's plastic




[$lick $loth:]

It's the bastard motherfucker that ya momma said don't hang with

Meet me in the gallows bitch I promise that it's painless

Stupid mother fucka's thinking that we on the same shit

Cock it back and then I yell

Okay here comes the pain bitch

Up in gangster's paradise

Could give a fuck about your life

Everytime I roll the dice

Sixes popping up twice

Bitches trynna sacrifice their pussy, but I am not enticed

Good try ho

I do this shit for Dirt, so I ain't got the time ho

Don't like nobody, and I think that's all you need to know

Walkin' on water while I'm surrounded by some crows

And when I hit the other side, I'm blowing on some dope

Center Core Never More

Diamonds hit like pop rocks

We got too hot

Lighting blunts with lava

We don't do the drama but the Oscars where I'm posted at Grammys on my neck

Shoot for the stars I swear to god on that

Ima need you to stand on that

I'm tryna tap in with your almanac

Wavy homies hated I got demons in my basement

Nigga might piss me off ima lay his ass down on the pavement dreads swangin'

Smokin' Jamaican lookin' for all my payments

Paper chasing Haitian

Move the chains like 4th and inches

I'm here to slay 'em

All this lean bitch I can't feel my body

All these pills bitch I can't feel my body

Ain't no love in my heart I don't feel nobody

Keep it to my self I might lose it can't catch a body



White dove fly high

Throw my 3s up in the sky

Throw my 3s around my eyes and then I call it my disguise

Mask off I'm just outchea with a raw face

Ask me how I been and I draw blanks

Hold tight 'til my claws break

Full metal jacket kinda heavy

At the bottom of the fuckin lake I parked my Chevy

Waiting to die but I wasn't born ready

Shaking up my life I'm just tryna hold steady

Birds of a feather flock together

Grey the fucking gang

Ain't no one could do it better

Two odd numbers right behind a fucking letter

Me slick and germ our alliance is forever



I just popped a pill

Pull up what the deal

Pistol whip a pussy have em looping on a reel

Wood grain wheel

Chromed out rims

Million dollar deals sign my name as H I M

Tales from the north

Back from the dead

Hard to feel for a pussy when these thorns in my head

2 story grave

Trauma on my wrist

3 fingers high other 3 in my bitch

I got problems that won't go away

Don't understand cuz I been hitting pay

Lord I pray that my bitch gay

New opps but my click grey

Here We Go Again

Materialism As A Means To An End

[$crim:]

(You did good, $lick)

$licky, $licky, $licky

Lil Remains, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



Hunnid K on a fuckboy, hmm (Fuckboy)

Fuck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah

Full of hate, I'ma kill joy

$licky ridin' on blades like a hot boy

Ayy, 50 K on the chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain)

Grey, Grey, it's the gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

Load the K's, leave a stain, stain, stain (Stain, stain)

Fucking right I'm out my brain, brain, brain (Brain, brain)



Spin the block out with the Glock out like a menace (Like a menace)

Gimme a minute, I'ma make sure that it's finished

If I'm ridin', bendin' corners, say your penance

Should've listened to your bitch in the beginning, ayy, yeah

K-I- double L-E-R

So many bodies, made a hobby at the ER (Yeah)

Rollin' with Oddy, smoking a gaudy for my leisure

Whipping the mazi, pumpin' the shotty, trigger squeezer

Breakin' the bitch, swervin' the Benz, fuckin' the means

Gonna fuckin' the murder the pussy and her friends (Yeah, yeah)

My reality is hell, I don't pretend, yeah, yeah

I just learn to blend in with the sin (Ayy, ayy)

Here we go again, here we go (Here we go)

Wanna come and try $licky? You should know (You should know)

I got a thousand ways for you to end in yellow tape

And I got plenty people 'round me wanna earn they way (Ayy)




[Ruby da Cherry:]

Hunnid K on a fuckboy, hmm

Fuck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah

Full of hate, I'ma kill joy

Ruby ridin' on blades like a hot boy

Ayy, 50 K on the chain, chain, chain

Grey, Grey, it's the gang, gang, gang

Load the K's, leave a stain, stain, stain (Hunnid)

Fuckin' right I'm out my brain, brain, brain



Hunnid K for the car, half a mill' for the addiction

They shipped me off the rehab 'cause I started questionin' my existence (Huh?)

Gimme the prescriptions and I'll show you repetition (Yuh)

Stubborn motherfucker you know Ruby never listens (Uh, what?)

Grey*59, by time to the grave

Time flyin' every day, it's on my name

I'm confined to the page until a spine and a stain is the only thing remaining (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pullin' up in the Mercedes, bitch, I'm pushin' up daisies

Vision always blurry and my memory hazy

Grey bandana out the window, wave it while I'm racin' (Nyow)

Raisin' my hand to the sky until the angels come and take me (I'm waiting!)

Awaken my demons, breakin' me down to my knees, they wanna break me

They wanna isolate me, leave me naked, fuckin' shaky

Grip on that .380, voices tellin' me I'm crazy (Pew, pew, pew, pew)

Sold my soul, I'm Grey until my final destination




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