Suicideboy Songs Lyrics

Winter Season Intro

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Grey*59 Records presents (Grey, grey)

YIN YANG TAPES motherfucker (G*59)

From the year 1989 to the year 1990

Brr, winter season, colder than a toe tag (Fridgin' motherfucker)

From the northside to the 7th Ward (North-Northside)

From the motherfuckin' east bank to the west bank, bitch (7th Ward, Eastern Bloc second world shit)

Introducing Wetto and Blanco Leopardo (Wetto)

$UICIDEBOY$ are back in the cut, bitch ($ui-$uicide)

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

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

Let the slaughter begin

Ha-ha-ha-ha

INTROVERSION 2.0

[Verse 1: Norman Atomic]

Barrel full of gasoline and still they try matching me

Plague with the wicked ways, it's back to the rapturing

Actually capturing souls in a black canteen

Open the cap and become blackened

Back to the back of the 'llac

Flicking cigarette ash

Got a chain made of crack

I smoke diamonds and laugh at y'all strapped with the gat

Like I'm actually scared to die

Pull the fucking trigger, blah blah blah blah blah blah

Back to the back, eyes rolling back

Spent all my racks, spent it on crack

Spent it on smack, look where I'm at

Ain't going back, ain't going back




[Verse 2: Anthony Mars]

Got a heart so cold, remember selling dope

Remember selling coke, DEA pulled me over

Plain cars, plain clothes

I didn't bend an inch, I'm strictly sticking to the code

Few years ago was masked up, robbing stores

Set 'em up on Craigslist, then robbed 'em at the door

I'm at the bottom trying to eat, I got no hope, fuck

Big Ben's death had my head fucked up

I'm popping roxys with the benzos, chest fucked up

I guess my luck's up

Jon Voight (Live Fast, Die Young)

[Anthony Mars:]

Riding uptown with the windows up

Wake up in the 7th feeling lost as fuck

Grab the pills thrown them down cause I don't give a fuck

$uicide on my mind let me test my luck

Ridin' in the city of the AK's

Bullets with no name and they might spray

Ridin' in the city of the AK's

Bullets with no name and they might spray




[Yung Maraschino:]

I think I'm kinda dead

Feeling like a ghost, Half smoke

Away I go I'm tying rope

Ashes fucking shed off the tip of the blunt

Now I'm sunk from the junk

Oh no bout to fucking glow

Fuck a hoe, then I melt, I'm made of snow

Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell

Dark, dark

Dark, dark

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Dark, dark

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Dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark



The one pulling all them robberies

The boy who's born from scarecrow

Came up from the slums

Walking product of the ghetto

I can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes

Round and round and pound for pound

Life going in a circle

From pentagrams to instagram

How I mainstream the 6

Them boys can hate

I got their fate

Suck on my dick

AKs all around me

Wanna die

Pick out a stick

Grave been dug

Load up a slug

Lay him to rest up in a ditch



Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas

We comin' straight out of the dark, dark (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)



Southside shorty

Outside early morning

Not a knock

Empty out the glock

Dot in front the 40

Turning you into a pouring 40

Or I'll come back when you're poor and 40

Take it how you want

Take it as a warning

Don't ever ignore me

Hide behind the door

Me and the fellas bring the storm

We'll keep it coming

Mixing up milligrams with millimeters

9 in the chamber

Got 30 inside the heater

Bloody nose I smell the reaper

Smoke surrounds my steps

I'm either choking on breath or reefer

Coughing til my death

I'm eager

Leaving all my fans as grievers



Dark, dark

Dark, dark

Grayscale

[$lick $loth:]

I'm sinking to unknown levels

The devil with no break pedal

Stop all this murder mo-murder

Drugs got me cocking the burner

Run up in your house duct tape on your mouth

Evil shit hitting licks never a drought

Suicide Grey 59 future is now

Lucifer in the flesh you'd hear the sound

($ui-$ui-$uicide)

Popping these pills and I'm popping these shells

Oxy and Herron crushed up in a bill

Feel like I'm watched by the eyes in the hill

$carecrow the menace but $carecrow don't panic

I called on JGRXXN and they ready to kill

Lil Uzi cocked and he ready to drill

Smokin' out, locin' out in a DeVille




[Ruby Da Cherry:]

Roaches swarm around me as I rise and levitate

I be the snake of genesis leading the exodus to an unknown place

And claim its safe uh

Gathering sheep to the slaughter

I show em the blade

Let them pray to the father and sneak up behind them and open their veins

The devil in wolf's clothing

Yung plague attends them demon masquerades

But I ain't mask my face

I pass the blade and ask to trade their soul for cash and fame

I scratch these names off of my list

I trash the place and dip back to my pit of ash and bones and hibernate

My sack of souls ain't gon' escape




[JGRXXN:]

Watch me hypnotize you niggas cause JGRXXN got that phonk

I'm riding in a steamer with some bodies in the trunk

Jug mane jug mane you not the jug mane

False flagging niggas come and catch a blast man

These scheme-icide niggas always burning up the trunk

We runnin' down yo lane, I don't pull up I always dunk

I never gave a fuck about these niggas wanna play

And if you with the shit, please believe we on the way




[Black Smurf:]

Hustle the maniac

Quick attack you can't relax you can't relax

So on your back you even know I'd bust your ass

Be like fuck the cash but need the cash

Hustle passion for the love of bands

I kill a man I rob a man I be feelin bad

But damn if I tell you that

You be lurkin in my business fast

Like "The fuck boy how you doin that?"

Before you know it I be at your neck

Like the dead he vanish to a mist

He see the noose that come up out the group

In the trunk we let bodies sit

Suicide the way we slittin wrists

Roll the blunt then put it to my lips

Torch a car just for the love of chips

It's Hustle




[Ramirez:]

G-G-G59 talking to the devil plot another 'nother crime

Elevate above the clouds, looking for the sun

When I fell from the heavens was losin' my mind

Rip off my wings and I take off my halo

I'm looking for God but didn't find shit

So I stuck with the devil I sold my soul quick

I was fucking and then then I murdered my bitch

Murder suicidal gripping the rifle hand on the bible

Believe in false idols you living in dreams, but I'm stuck in reality thinking of schemes

Loss in the darkness where I become heartless

I creep through the night and I keep my blade sharp

And I'm stuck in my wave

'Cause I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm throwing my elbows, I'm gettin' too buck

In Order To Cast A Shadow You Must First Light A Fire

[Pontius Pilate:]

In my death bed with like 4 bitches

Everytime I smoke I gotta light 4 swishers

How many times I gotta fucking say it?

I don't fuck with mother fuckers unless they talking payment

I'm in the basement and I'm chopping up a fuck boy

Body bags in the back of the truck boy

Soulja rag wearing I don't give a fuck boy

Needle sharing with my cousin in the cut boy

Blood spiller it's the killer straight up outta Hades

Satan's son riding round in a new Mercedes

Everywhere I go these bitches tryna have my baby

Everywhere I go the motto's always fuck you, pay me




[Sample - The Devil's Advocate:]

John Milton:

"... let me give you

A little inside information about God."

"He's a sadist!

He's an absentee landlord!"



Worship that? Never!"




[Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard:]

Leopard print on all my body looking like a fucking punk

Between the middle and my trigger finger is where I hold the blunt

In my other hand I hold my nuts and then let out a grunt

Throw a flame upon that Chevy, no, it ain't a fucking stunt

The money is all I want

Slick breaks in the back while I hole up the front

I break in her back while I hold her and pump

I'm slumped like a monk, yeah, my trunk is vacant

Ruby da Cherry is very impatient

I ain't got no time for no mother fucking waiting

5-9, grey devil, bitch, we blazing up the basement

Keep fuck boys locked up in cages

They ain't seen the sun in ages

Counting cash, I'm turning pages

Constantly fucked up, life is wasted

Gray/grey

I am the shipwreck with it's scattered and soaked wood littering the ocean like a nest of roaches

The water smothers me patiently, and it waits to feel my body on the ocean floor

I am the captain

I stand on my ship, never leaving it's side, for tonight I sleep in a shark's stomach

The tears and rain both hit my face, as I lay on the deck and wait to drown

I am the thunder and I am the storm

Hear me roar as I deafen all

I conduct my orchestra as loud as possible and conclude with a violent smash

I am washing the splinters from within my heart and I scream as it pumps

Let my lungs fill with water as the broken bath tub leaks

Flodgin'

[Sample - Frayser Boy x5:]

Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake




[Lil Uzi the Anti-Christ:]

I want a super sized suicide

$lick, he told me do or die

I did it now I'm dead

Didn't even have to use any lead

Now my bed is soaked in blood

Red stuff seeping out my head cause I was thinking how I never have cheddar to shred

Grey *59 put slime in your fine dime

Met her in person

She better in bed

Grabbed my sweater and left

Guess I spread her to death

No more breath in her chest

Just the sweat on her breasts

Body stuffed in the trunk of my Vette

Oddy Nuff got the shotty tucked up under his head

Sloppy cuts on my neck

Copy cats try to copy cuts

Now they dead

G*59

We trying to die

Fucking shine because the flame keep burning bright

Throw that body in the pile and call it a night




[Sample - Frayser Boy x5:]

Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake




[Yung $carecrow:]

SAMCRO with the blade get a mayhem vote

Funny how the shade's never thrown when you broke

Taking dope to the face then I turn to a ghost

The haters, the bitches, they come by the dozen

The lying, the snitching, I'm never gonna fuck with them

Pussy, you smell, like your homies been fucking you

Run up, get done up, I'm dreaming about cutting you

It's the Yung Scarecrow with the ink on my body

Got Oddy right behind me and he gripping that Tommy

I got the shotty and I'm aiming right to your fucking dome

Invasions in your home

Hope you live alone

No, I can't be fucking with no mother fucking flodgers

That junkie mother fucker got prescriptions like a doctor

Take 100 blunts to my mother fucking face

Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake




[Sample - Frayser Boy x5:]

Pistol to the head of these niggas that be actin fake

Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show)

Glock poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

Glock poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

Glock poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

Glock poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit




[Yung Christ:]

Evil spirits taking over now they running through my head

Telling me grip that fucking gun

Telling me pop that fucking lead

It's a bird, it's a plane

No, it's Satan in the flesh

I'm that dead mother fucker steady smoking on that death

Satanic holy ghost

Snort that holy dope

Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat

I'm that scarecrow in the corner

Welcome to my crucifixion

Graveyard living

Murder itching

Don't be superstitious

Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now

Black magic

Voodoo power

$uicide's exciting now see?



Glock poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

Glock poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

Glock poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit

Glock poppin' bustas droppin' niggas duckin' from this shit




[Yung Plague:]

Fuck rap and fuck a rapper

I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash

Creeping cracker on the chronic

Feeling like a Velociraptor

Pulling off the patch, but I ain't taking off the fucking mask

Heard 'em gasp

Closed their mouth with the fucking gat's blast

Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more

G*59 where the beast's signs fine

Fuck a feast, I'm fine dying

Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime

Ain't got the time to die trying

Bitch, I know I'll die alone

Either in a ditch or on a throne

Either way in a pit I'm being thrown

Everything is nothing and I'm fucking decomposed

Gluttony

[Evil Pimp & DJ Paul:]

The devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side

So kiss yo mama on the lips, and softly say "goodnight..."

Another night, there's no light

That's when I start creeping like a hitman

Scope my man, and then I toss the dynamite, and..

The devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side

So kiss yo mama on the lips, and softly say "goodnight..."

Another night, there's no light

That's when I start creeping like a hitman

Scope my man, and then I toss the dynamite, and..

The devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side

So kiss yo mama on the lips, and softly say "goodnight..."




[Yung $carecrow:]

Grew up with them robbers, them shottas

Them hot boys on the block

I pop up with that nine-millimeter, the heater

Or the ether, for any fuckboy who want it

Night or the morning, at any moment I'm known to flash out with the eyes of Lucifer

I'm Judas, boy

Plot with the red dot, hot with the six shot

Rot in the same pot, opps gonna get dropped

Docked in the same block, rocks all in my sock

Stocked with the same Glock

Mask on, pop, pop!

And the devil all up in me when I murder with the semi

Pull the trigger 'till it's empty, fuckboy, don't tempt me

Fuckboy's all envy *59




[Evil Pimp & DJ Paul:]

Another night, there's no light

That's when I start creeping like a hitman

Scope my man, and then I toss the dynamite, and..

The devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side

So kiss yo mama on the lips, and softly say "goodnight..."

Another night, there's no light

That's when I start creeping like a hitman

Scope my man, and then I toss the dynamite, and..

The devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side

So kiss yo mama on the lips, and softly say "goodnight..."




[Lil Uzi:]

Pull up with the Glock cocked, aim it at my head

Shot popped, now I'm dead, with a hole full of lead

Yung $now got your hoe on a sled, getting head in slo-mo

Siren sounds, here come the po-po

Oh no, heard I got that work for the low-low

Don't tell 'em shit, that's a no-no

Three little pigs, I'm the big bad wolf

Blood stained teeth, and I'm covered in wool

Huff and I puff, on a blunt packed full

Bricks ain't shit

Hit a lick on a bitch

Hold 'em up with the dick

One shot in the mouth, now she starting to drool

She blew me away, now my blood starts to pool

Grade A death, like a shooting at a school

Lay me to rest, I'm okay with no breath

Ain't a fool, I ain't like the rest, bitch, I be hanging with ghouls




[Evil Pimp & DJ Paul:]

Another night, there's no light

That's when I start creeping like a hitman

Scope my man, and then I toss the dynamite, and..

The devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side

So kiss yo mama on the lips, and softly say "goodnight..."

Another night, there's no light

That's when I start creeping like a hitman

Scope my man, and then I toss the dynamite, and..

The devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side

So kiss yo mama on the lips, and softly say "goodnight..."




[Pouya:]

Yuh, uh, everybody wanna be ya' homie

When you got your life intact

As I look around, I realize that all of my opinions turn to facts

I'm burning bridges cause I won't communicate with a label that can't 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 is not enough

I pack out these shows

Got hoes waiting right by the bus

Just to get a chance to lick my nuts

$outh $ide $uicide, do or die, who am I?

Got that .45 in my Levis

I know this bitch wanna be mine

Treat this bitch like a feline, yuh, aye




[Evil Pimp:]

The devil's out tonight, I'm walking by his side

So kiss yo mama on the lips, and softly say "goodnight..."