275 $uicide

Creeping out the motherfucking tomb
Lil’ Slick been cursed since the womb
Riding in the Vette in the projects
Couple pills in me with a cocked tec
Trigger finger itching from the high-tech
Junkie with a suicide mindset
Aiming for a motherfucking cops head
Murder! Murder! Murder!
Now they’re all dead!
Burning the crucifix
Spit on your grave ‘lil bitch
Scarecrow don’t give a fuck
Eyes rolling back as I’m whipping the Lac
We the sharks and we smell some blood
Underwater full of slaughter
Grey 59 the gods of horror
Kill the priest and burn the alter
See the greys creeping out the corner

Pussy tryna throw some shade, but I’m shrugging
Throw shade at ruby you gon have to find a way to block out the sun or something
Now that pussy boy struggling
Mutt in his bitch now that pussy boy wondering
Cut in his wrists got that pussy boy stumbling
All these suckers wanna hate
I ain’t gonna lie it makes my fucking day
If it fucking escalates hand Yung Simmie a banana clip
Yelling out R.I.P as the chopper spray
7th Ward lord got a grave full of fuckboys buried by the lake
7th Ward lord gotta pay
If you want to be a boss hog instead of a fucking slave

I’m ‘bout whatever you ‘bout
These niggas talking just running they’re mouth
I’m a block boy I came from the south
I’ma kick it with your girl then I’m kicking her out
Niggas hating on my name when they know what I’m ‘bout
I’ve been that nigga I can be your bitch clout
I was smoking Cali weed thought it was a drought
I been had golds in my mouth
I been Mac’d up
Fucked your girl at your house
Had my feet on your couch
Left the condom wrapper out
Rap niggas all talk, fuck gossip
I’m a real nigga I be all about my profit
I pull up, do me, you don’t do enough
I be smoking OG I be in the cut
Simmie Simmie two times two double cup
If you run up on me I’ma fuck you up
Nigga what is up?