Bring Out Your Dead - $uicideboy$

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