275 $uicide lyrics

[Verse 1: BIG GRIEVE]
Creepin' out the motherf*cking tomb
Lil $lick been cursed since the womb
Ridin' in the 'Vette in the projects
Couple pills in me with a c*cked TEC
Trigger finger itchin' from the Hi-Tech
Junkie with a $uicide mindset
Aimin' for a motherf*cking cops head
Murder, murder, murder! Now they're all dead! (Huh?)
Burnin' a crucifix, spit on your grave, lil' b*tch
$carecrow don't give a f*ck (f*ck!)
Eyes rollin' back as I'm whipping the 'Llac
We the sharks and we smell some, (Blood!)
Underwater full of slaughter
Grey*59 the Gods of horror
Kill the priest and burn the altar
See the grey's creeping out the corner

[Verse 2: YUNG MUTT]
pus*y tryna throw some shade, but I'm shruggin'
Throw shade at Ruby
You gon' have to find a way to block out the sun or somethin'
Now that pus*y boy strugglin'
Mutt in his b*tch, got that pus*y boy wonderin'
Cut in his wrists got that pus*y boy stumblin', uh, yuh
All these suckers wanna hate, I ain't gon' lie it makes my f*ckin' day
If it f*cking escalates, hand Yung Simmie a banana clip
Yelling out "R.I.P!" as the chopper spray, ayy
7th Ward Lord got a grave full of f*ckboys buried by the lake
7th Ward Lord gotta pay if you wanna be a boss hog instead of a f*cking slave
[Verse 3: Yung Simmie]
I'm 'bout whatever you 'bout
These n*ggas talking just running their mouth
I'm a block boy, I came from the south
I'ma kick it with your girl, then I'm kicking her out
n*ggas hating on my name, when they know what I'm 'bout
I've been that n*gga, I can be your b*tch clout
I was smoking Cali weed, thought it was a drought?
I been had golds in my mouth
I been MAC'd up
f*cked your girl at your house
Had my feet on your couch
Left the condom wrapper out
Rap n*ggas all talk, f*ck gossip
I'm a real n*gga, I be all about my profit
I pull up, do me, you don't do enough
I be smoking OG, I be in the cut
Simmie, Simmie, two times, two double cup
If you run up on me, I'ma f*ck you up
n*gga, what is up?