CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Suicide
(JTK)
(MicWill)
(AllDay)
Uh, damn
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with n***as, been shooting since them shooters died
I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside
We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide
Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive
Damn, he was pu**y, now he tough, he running out of lines
N***a, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna f**k, but b*t*h, you out of line
Damn
Fitted cap, f**k a snap back, b*t*h
How long your homie been dead? You still ain't clap back
Girl, I only just wanted the head, thought we been pa** that
Smoking dead opps to the head, "lil' bro, pa** that"
I'm on the opposition's block tryna catch a hashtag
Lil' Mama, you official, uh, where you get that a** at?
I blew that b*t*h like a refer' with a whistle, now they mad, mad
I never switch but I switched up the Glock, I'm Beezo Mad Max
B*t*h
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with n***as, been shooting since them shooters died
I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside
We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide
Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive
Damn, he was pu**y, now he tough, he running out of lines
N***a, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna f**k, but b*t*h, you out of line
Damn
Bussing off the Perc', I do Percocet's
I could show you how a switch work, is you nervous yet?
Baby, I like Birkin sex
That's when you suck my d**k so good, I buy you a Birkin bag
But sh*t ain't free, you gotta work for that
In the V.I.P with a thirty mag
And a dirty nine in a duffle bag
Baby, I tote heat, I don't scuffle now
Where the hustlers at?
Damn, I told all my gang members, "Hit my other jack"
'Cause I know twelve be on that lame sh*t and I'm not going back
Uh, damn
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with n***as, been shooting since them shooters died
I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside
We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide
Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive
Damn, he was pu**y, now he tough, he running out of lines
N***a, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna f**k, but b*t*h, you out of line
Damn
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with n***as, been shooting since them shooters died
I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside
We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide
(MicWill)
(AllDay)
Uh, damn
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with n***as, been shooting since them shooters died
I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside
We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide
Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive
Damn, he was pu**y, now he tough, he running out of lines
N***a, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna f**k, but b*t*h, you out of line
Damn
Fitted cap, f**k a snap back, b*t*h
How long your homie been dead? You still ain't clap back
Girl, I only just wanted the head, thought we been pa** that
Smoking dead opps to the head, "lil' bro, pa** that"
I'm on the opposition's block tryna catch a hashtag
Lil' Mama, you official, uh, where you get that a** at?
I blew that b*t*h like a refer' with a whistle, now they mad, mad
I never switch but I switched up the Glock, I'm Beezo Mad Max
B*t*h
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with n***as, been shooting since them shooters died
I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside
We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide
Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive
Damn, he was pu**y, now he tough, he running out of lines
N***a, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna f**k, but b*t*h, you out of line
Damn
Bussing off the Perc', I do Percocet's
I could show you how a switch work, is you nervous yet?
Baby, I like Birkin sex
That's when you suck my d**k so good, I buy you a Birkin bag
But sh*t ain't free, you gotta work for that
In the V.I.P with a thirty mag
And a dirty nine in a duffle bag
Baby, I tote heat, I don't scuffle now
Where the hustlers at?
Damn, I told all my gang members, "Hit my other jack"
'Cause I know twelve be on that lame sh*t and I'm not going back
Uh, damn
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with n***as, been shooting since them shooters died
I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside
We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide
Is you down to ride? Up and down the drive
Damn, he was pu**y, now he tough, he running out of lines
N***a, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna f**k, but b*t*h, you out of line
Damn
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with n***as, been shooting since them shooters died
I wear red like I'm Soowoo ravioli, but I'm blue inside
We ridin' over thirty in this stoley, baby, you decide
