$UICIDEBOY$ – Carrollton Lyrics

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin’ man

You motherfuckers pitiful, I’m just sick of you
I’m a walking visual, you boys refillable
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (blaow!)
Let the Glock bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain’t the same
“Savage” tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside, 90 scope on the shotty
Semi blow your body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I break the head off a bat like I’m Ozzy
You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me
I’m nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
Fuck around end up with your body
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies
Three choppas and the shottys shooting everybody
Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Badazz
On them drugs
Cheeky jaws, locked clitch
Trigger finger itching, if you think I’m kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwoods, Swisha’s what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too

Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch
Bitch, I like the sting
Smoking potent
Thinkin’ I’m the chosen one
Bitch, I’m a king
I can hear my dead homies saying
Now my eyes always hurting, wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
Hold up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do?
Motherfucker, I’m a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb, to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Black-out the city, I’m back on them 30s
In about 20 minutes I’m gonna be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high, seeing stars in the mirror like I’m looking with a pipe beam
Nine-gram ring but the rims looking sparkly
Mighty sloppy, might be cocky
Am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I’m willing to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I’m a fucking vet
I’m a motherfucking threat
G*59 the set
G*59 will make you sweat
I don’t give a fuck, kiss my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nikes Decades meet me at Heaven’s Gate
7th Ward by the lake ’till my death

He’ll come off of your drunken stupid from Burman Street, Saturday night! Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning—and you tell God you’re sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again