This a beat DJ $crim with 808
They figure me a dead Leaving mother fucker's heads stuck the covers But I wonder if know I got a suicide kit Granting me a wish Razor sliding up my wrist, uh Unleash the lead from my pistol my head Pouring Cristal on my body Teflon don leave you looking fresh sprawled out on my Don't call me Gotti bitch my name is Or da Cherry No this not blood it's muscadine made from the juice of the berry Take a sip the pit Half dead motherfuckers up the click Sloth telling me we got to dip Calling on me a wish I wish that you could enter the The of the triple six So I can the bragging That never happen I'm in the back of a slitting my wrists Wave a stain white flag Dragging my body the mist Take best shot Aim it, it Know you're to miss Not leaving a note, I'm leaving a $uicideboy
Fuck her one time and I out Cock it one time this a Don't bar no lemon, fuck boys we love them Got a with a trunk in the back where we stuff them Sick and tired of boys acting bitches heard of Gotti, do you get the picture? Motherfuckers couldn't hold my jock strap Glock strap fully loaded, dog, rap I kill for the fun Pop a with a nun Bitch I on the sun Go and take a little a chump with a pump I made you, so how you to break me? But, I the spotlight breeds envy But, me with one wrong move I can put it in your life, either way, I lose Hit the Drinking booze, I'm a with the tool Buried in the backyard with an pool $uicideboy$, go and yourself Doing after drug, dog, fuck health Scrimmy never ever quitting, dog, fuck And fuck wealth, here's a for you broke bitches Card's dealt, go and pass me the bitches