f*ck Boy Blood Bath lyrics

[Intro: Blackout]
Sucka busta, f*ck that b*tch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as sh*t
Sucka busta, f*ck that b*tch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as sh*t
Sucka busta, f*ck that b*tch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as sh*t
Sucka busta, f*ck that b*tch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as sh*t
Sucka busta, f*ck that b*tch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as sh*t
Sucka busta, f*ck that b*tch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as sh*t

[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Shut the f*ck up, b*tch, talking sh*t
When the 6-10 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard
Drive a little bit—then it hits, "oh sh*t!"
You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit
With a pit in the yard
Feed you to my dog, then I yawn
Bury your bones 'till dawn
Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed
b*tch, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag
From my f*cking feet up to my head
[Chorus: Blackout]
Sucka busta, f*ck that b*tch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as sh*t

[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]
Sucka busta, f*ck that b*tch
Ain't got no friends, they all turned snitch
Trust no one, they bound to switch
Trust no b*tch, just give 'em di*k
Dirty South pimp with the gold on my wrist
Empty the clip 'till the chamber go click
No faking, no flodgin', my record legit
I'm bankin' and dodgin' from Five-O, my clique
Cut Throat cut dope with the all black blade
Sniff coke, f*ck hoes while I'm layin' in the shade
I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave
And if you can't tell, b*tch, I'm f*cking insane
Pop, pop, pop, pop! Make the bodies go drop
Bustin' these suckas and swervin' on cops
Almighty *59, ain't got time for no opps
Six-six-six, I'm so damn hot