Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

I Think I'm Ian Read

[Future x4:]

Have these meds on me, I'mma do 'em

I take these pills and I'm having a thrill

Taking prescription's a hell of a feeling

As for the xanny, I never forgot it




[Anthony Mars:]

Got these xans on me I'm a do 'em

Got these prescriptions that need to be filled

Popping these pills till I'm buried in fields

Percocets herron oxys and dills

Got a rig on me, Imma shoot it

Drugs in my veins have it no other way

Bitches keep asking if $licky okay

He a zombie

He the walking decay

Disgrace they say to my family name

Learned behavior yet I'm to blame

Pills injested got me running late

I can't move an inch I can't feel my face

Got bitches that want me to put down the drugs

But I'd rather be loaded than falling in love

Rather be ducking than in your bitch fucking

Slumped with the drugs ain't got time for no cuffin




[Future x4:]

Have these meds on me, I'mma do 'em

I take these pills and I'm having a thrill

Taking prescription's a hell of a feeling

As for the xanny, I never forgot it




[Norman Atomic:]

Pop a perc'

Yeah to stop the hurt

I gotta problem now

Gotta work it out

I gotta lotta' loud

Never heard a sound

But they heard the pow from the Glock I'm down

Dialing up 911

They don't know whether to pump my stomach or stitch the hole in the back of my head

EMT's said time of death right at 7: 00

Ruby get up like he walking to heaven

My body don't move but my soul shows its presence

Dig me a hole I don't need no remembrance

I'm headin back home yeah the place where the devil lives

Ruby so devilish look like my penance is finding a plug at the bottom of hell

I been looking for Pk's

Been looking for 3 days

I woke up and then heard the priest say the devil lives




[Future x4:]

Have these meds on me, I'mma do 'em

I take these pills and I'm having a thrill

Taking prescription's a hell of a feeling

As for the xanny, I never forgot it

Gabapentin Getaway

[Sample x6:]

This love between you and I

As simple as pie baby




[Anthony Mars:]

900 degrees with a bitch on her knees

Run up in the house

Whole squad black tees

That's a lick

Hit 'em when I want

Break in through the front

Call me $lick

Got a loaded pump in case you wanna jump

Just another bitch on my dick ridin' in the Chevy

Just another chick loving $lick tryna give me becky

Gotta grip with a loaded clip

Tell me is you with me?

Lunatic with no motive bitch smoking on some Whitney

Bobby Brown, hope no cops around but fuck 'em if they are

Pig killer mixed with gorilla

We the Lords of Chaos

See these mother fuckers can't touch me

Run up bitch I'm clutching

30 shots I'm dumping

In that bitch boy you fucking




[Sample x6:]

This love between you and I

As simple as pie baby




[Norman Atomic:]

66 bitch

You can bet I'm on the shit list

Dope sick

Fix your lisp

Spit with my whole fist

No tricks

Goal kicks

No toe licks

Spit pole cold

Rich assholes shit gold bricks

Stick with show business

Your record gets more skips then a lunch line

Sometimes punch lines are played out all about hump fine bitches

Hitting switches

Getting riches

Fucking one time was enough

I'm from the motherfucking underground

We don't slip

Independent ripping off pendants and sending it to your bitch

So she can reminisce about the time I slipped her the dick

I mean she fucking asked for it

What the fuck do you want me to do?

Ruby da Cherry da Mixed Berry fucking smoothie so smooth




[Sample x6:]

This love between you and I

As simple as pie baby

Sarcophagus III

Here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours

Three police officers shot and wounded in the space of an hour last night

A man was shot in broad daylight, suspect was seen fleeing from the scene"




[Project Pat:]

Point me a tone

Point, point, point me a tone right

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone right

Point me a tone right

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone

Point me a tone




[$carecrow:]

Murder murder on my mind

Suicidal all the time

They just stay blinded by the sight of blood that's dripping down my eyes

Point, point, point, me a tone

Shoot me a bitch till the clip go click

Heard that you're tipping police and shit

Rat motherfuckers I ain't got love for em

Internet thugs talking all over the forum

Bitch I hate everybody I ain't here to make friends

Shade throwin' on Twitter like we'll never meet again

See you in the flesh and your tone change up

Yung Christ I can never ever be touched

$carecrow, stick talk, triggers I clutch

Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched

Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe




[Project Pat:]

Point, point, point me a tone right

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone right

Point me a tone right

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point, point, point me a tone right




[Yung Plague:]

Yung Plague, got a one way, ticket

Some say, he the young flame

With the gun play, on a Sunday

Make a fuckin' pussy boy stand in the blood rain

Ruby levitate, another gun bang

Chump change boy

Now you gotta hate boy

Pull up the with the motherfuckin AK boy

Pull up like its motherfucking game day boy

Shoot em with the pistol shoot em point blank boy, yuh

Uzi fucking fire like a gun range boy

Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy, ay

Yung Plague was a dead boy, ay

No shame in the blunt, ay, don't be scared boy, ay

Just let me choke in the flames




[Project Pat:]

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone right

Point, point, point me a tone right




[RAMIREZ:]

Welcome to the motherfuckin' genocide

Grey matter run through my fucking mind

Grey clouds surround when we take a life

Last thing you taste is my fucking knife

Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome

Shine through the dark

Now thereâ€s nothing but the chrome

Cut ya body up and I throw it in a hole

AK strapped never trying to fuck with the boys

G-G*59

Donâ€t try to cross the line

Fucking with the killers imma have to make your soul mine

Fucking with the murderers Iâ€ll have you breathing no more

Ruby stay strapped with an all black .44

Scrim with the K he donâ€t give a fuck â€bout a hoe




[Project Pat:]

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point, point, point me a tone right

Shattered Amethyst

[Ruby da Cherry:]

Fuck you, bitch

I'm here all by myself

I tried the belt but couldn't get it tight enough, so I smoke the blunt

My lungs are rust

My brain is dust from all of these drugs

I can't think straight

I'll walk the plank

Spill my blood so sharks will come and eat me whole

In between hell and Earth I do the limbo

My body alive but my mind is dead

Going through the motions

All of them emotions

Dump me in the ocean

I'm drowning again

We don't have to pretend




[$lick $loth:]

Ok here we go

Blade to my throat

Whole floor soaked with blood from a goat

Bag fulla dope

Room fulla smoke

All black coat with a wolf for a cloak

Do you feel my essence

Depressing presence

My main goal in death is to blow up heaven

Don't get the message

Can't teach the lesson

Just a feeling that you get when you hang with peasants

Riding down Crescent my weapon is oh so sharp and ready

Ward of the 7th the legend is that you won't see 20

Me n' Lil Uzi fulla cruelty just a product of the times

The fucking highly almighty the G the 5 the 9

LTE

[Yung Chri$t:]

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 carving my skin with the blade

I don't fuck with squealers

Known drug dealer

Stealer with the sealer

Slickity 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 6 till death




[Ruby da Cherry:]

Ruby ain't my mother fucking 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 tooth ache

Tie me up like a shoestring

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 wanna be

Fuck with me

I'll probably give you something free

Honeys surrounding around me because I'm buzzing 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

The Serpent And The Rainbow

I think tonight is a good night to die

Spent most of my life tryna hide

I've tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds

Lost track of time

Pull back the tide

Isolating inside of the hive

Ready to die

In hell I arrive

Leave nothing behind but empty backwoods packs

Raised by the last wolf pack

Yung mutt in attack mode

Taking off the sheep head mask

Everything I touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt 'til it's black

Now I got horns on my head ain't made out of brass

I got horns on my head like a certain zodiac



AK toting

Codeine toasting

Hoodlum from that Northside

Frequent overdoser

I'm tip toeing right through hell's fire

Break the law

Or break your jaw

Don't any mother fucker come close to me

Fuck your cause

And fuck your boys

If you really wanna die then come try thee

Yung Christ

Yung Christ

Demons all around

You don't wanna go outside

Knock knock at the door

Hey honey are you home?

You can hide but you gone die

Ride for the five

And I die for the nine

For my sin can't atone

Mom raised a killer

Dad turned me gorilla

Ima Psycho down to the bone



I don't wanna be that nigga livin' no lie

I don't wanna be on bad sides of .45's

Keep it on me no lie

Keep it boppin' hold fire

Mama told me keep it solid

Boy these niggas fried

Bitch on my dick

Lemme beat them insides

I been that nigga

Can't see my demise

Ride with the fire been the motto for some time

I def seen that text I'm just not gon' reply

GREY*59 army

Right foot left

Peanut butter seats I keep my lil bitch fed

I only see the money I must confess

I can't rock with these niggas

Bitch I'm pressed

Bitch lemme flex

Bitch I need checks

Bitch I need neck

Die for the set

Pulled off in a jet

Got a dub on my neck

Niggas down bad I might buy the whole set

Smoke Break

[Lord Infamous:]

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

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Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud




[Black Smurf:]

(HU$TLE!)

Dry in the street on the creep

Smoked my last blunt, made a nigga start to tweak (damn)

$crim hit to Chetta, tell 'em pull up

But I ain't got woods for the roll-up

$moke 'dat 'till we pass out

You ain't put in no funds get your ass out (pussy)

Babysit, I'ma lash out

Taking blunts to the head 'til I cash out (work)

I'm a fiend for the weed like a stoner

Keep your lines, I just need marijuana

Backwoods till I'm in a kush-coma

Hotbox car feel like a sauna

I love this money, this money

But Mary she do something to me

I need it, I fiend it, I want it

Feel sober, I gut it and roll it (smoke)




[Lord Infamous:]

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud




[YUNG CHRIST:]

Hunnid thou how I'm living

Break 'em off with that llama

Codeine up in my kidneys

Got that smoke like a sauna

You can't play with my money

Twenty-ounce and some mud

Bad temper like Sonny, and I'm full of them drugs

Up in East Memphis with Hu$tle

Bitch, I'm outta them slums

All them convicts my muscle

Eat them pills like they Tums

I got that work if you need it

I might just rob you and keep it

It ain't no secret I'm the one they call Jesus




[Lord Infamous:]

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

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Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud




[YUNG MUTT:]

Smoking and driving

Smoking and driving got me into trouble a couple of times

I remember when I had to piss in a cup for a couple of summers in 2009

Hotboxing feeling like a tropic hot-spot

Until the fucking Five-O call the K9 snotting for that fucking pot

Though I told the cop we didn't smoke weed with fucking seeds

So what he mean explain this, please?

I should have grabbed the fucking weed and peaced

Asking me to rat

Bitch, I'll take my chances in court

Do my time and pay the fees




[Lord Infamous:]

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud?

We looking for the bud

...And So It Was

[Olga Yagolnikov Phelan:]

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace




[RUBY DA CHERRY:]

Turning a blunt to ash like a phoenix

Weed in the bag deleted whenever I feel defeated, feelin' like a gash that keeps bleedin' (Keeps bleedin')

But even a cut will glisten when the incision is healing

Don't even know why I rap, I know y'all don't get the meaning

Even though I'm broke, I know you see me shinin' like you starin' at the sun

See me loaded like you starin' down a gun

The whole world sticking to cash like a piece of fucking gum

Hell is where I'm from

Well, I'm - well, I'm here to pop bubbles and bum

Got, got, got bags full of skunk

All I gotta do is sell 'em, and I'm fuckin' done

Uh, uh




[Olga Yagolnikov Phelan:]

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace




[$CRIM:]

See I never look sober

Just looked over

How do you kill a rat? Turn to a cobra

Got no love for a plaintiff, sold my soul to Satan

Purple always on me like I was drafted by the Ravens

Got them drugs in my eyes, homicide on my mind

Grim Reaper of my time with the nine on my side

No need for a shooter

So make no mistake, you lookin' death in the face

When you play with my cake

You know the blunts stay lit, junkies steady robbin'

Let the blade get to work

If we got a fucking problem

Hoes steady jockin'

Haters steady knockin'

That's how life's been ever since we got it poppin'




[Olga Yagolnikov Phelan:]

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace




[Black Smurf:]

See this world fucked up, but I ain't ready to leave yet

Cash on my mind, at this point I don't need shit

Smoking all the time, mane, I swear it relieve stress

Attitude, opinions, mane, I swear you can keep it

Grind all day so I don't struggle tomorrow

Hustle every day so I ain't stuck in the sorrow

I still spring for the cash while you're playing catch-up

Let's see how many niggas switch when the money come up

For real, hustle




[Olga Yagolnikov Phelan:]

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

Close your eyes, to see what it really means

Effortless hands to hold on to peace

DIEMONDS

[Ruby da Cherry:]

What I hate most in this life is a long night

4 walls and no calls and no lights

But the moon light creeping through the blinds

Ceiling fan on high spinning

I'm beginning to believe that tonight is the night

Dead by dawn

I'll shred my palm to the end of my arm

I'm spread and gone

Embalmed

Put me in the dirt where I belong

Existence is overrated anyway

50 years later they won't remember you're dead

6 billion people living as civilians and I hated them all

I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in the swamp

(At least I'd have scales to protect me from the pain)




[Slick Sloth:]

Enter the void with my wrist shackled up

Codeine and water that fill up my cup

Visuals glisten when I get fucked up

Rehabs for quitters and I don't give up

Cockin the nine if you want to act tough

This is all by design I don't have any luck

When it comes to them dollars don't make me get buck

Hollow tip showers when I go and bust

Tell me the reason you want to be us

I'll tell you good riddance and then get the fuck

Used to fuck bitches in back of the bus

Nothing has changed bitch I'm still busting nuts

Always complaining about bitches in love

When I don't feel nothing, no, not even lust

Triple 6 demons, in Satan we trust

Killing these motherfuckers is a must

#1 $tunna

[Yung Mutt:]

It's that marble martyr, fucking daughters

Rocking Starter, going farther

Sauce ain't tarter, bitch, it's barbecue

Bitch, I be that bread crumb covered motherfucker

Bitch, I'm fucking southern fried

Lying to all you look-a-likes just to further you from the truth

Sipping white wine then committed suicide

Now, I'm sipping red wine in the booth

Blowing on a blunt

Puffing up

Me and $lick go poof

Goku on the beat

Steady getting money like a toll booth

Nah, I'm just playing

Bitch I'm broke $loth broke, too

Riding in that drop top with the whole crew

No proof

White pearls with one gold tooth



Let me get the keys to the rover truck

Let me get the keys to the rover truck

Let me get the keys to the rover truck

Let me get the keys to the rover truck




[Yung Chri$t:]

Ride till the sun up

Old trucks with the top up

Yet these bitches still stutter

Yung Christ and I'm smoking on butter

Just another white creep with no respect

Every day I hold my breath tryna meet death

No check, no balance, and no debt

No money, no cars, but I'm on flex

See you mother fuckers don't get that I could give a fuck about this rap shit

Born with a dope flow and an accent

808s with the slap got ya back bent

So here's a big fuck you to you mother fuckers

Buncha clones

$uicide's not like the others

So if you wanna meet that devil shit I got in me keep talking lil' bitch




[Yung Mutt:]

Let me get the keys to the rover truck

Let me get the keys to the rover truck

Let me get the keys to the rover truck

Let me get the keys to the rover truck



I'm the number one stunna

I'm the number one stunna

I'm the number one stunna

I'm the number one stunna

I'm the number one stunna

I'm the number one stunna

I'm the number one stunna

I'm the number one stunna