Suicide lyrics

by

Quavo


[Verse]
Ion feel that n*gga, he don't feel hisself
When we get on his ass make a f*ck n*gga kill hisself
I got that thang on me, i just let it hang out
A n*gga run up on me wrong, its gon' be a bang out
Im a drug dealer, bring the cocaine out
I be on that hot sh*t, bring the propaine out
I put some honey on a snow bunny
Then i send her on the road just to hoe for me
Come short lil b*tch, i need some more money
I got money growing roots, yeah thats old money
Im ridin' big whips they call me lil wheel
And you know i keep a tool like I'm Bob the Builder
Late night, war time, bring them thangs out
Make a f*ck n*gga blow his own brains out
Make a f*ck n*gga 'X' his own name out
They was sleepin' on me when I first came out
They tryna see how far go from where i came now
These rappers copy-catters, heard they want my lane now
We a turn a n*gga house to a haunted house
Ain't nobody play no fool in my momma house
I was all on my own, Kid helped me out
I heard you gettin' a lil money but you runnin' out
Thought it was funny then, do you think its funny now?
If you ain't hear me comin', can you hear me comin' now?
We pull up on your ass, dont be runnin' out
European ass clip, ain't runnin' out
Ridin' european ass whips i brought the fourgis out
These hoes like a n*gga swag, im havin' orgys now
I jumped off that porch at a early age
f*ck around and lose your life, actin' too brave
Bad boy, i done found my daddy 12 gauge
Went the juvenile, i got out on a rampage
b*tch im too cut, might need Band-Aid
Wassup with all these n*ggas tryna throw shade?
All i see is blue cheese through these new shades
You still on that old sh*t, im on a new page
I be dodging all the hoes, i need a new cage
Im ridin' in that big body, i need two lanes
You think I robbed a casino, got so many chips
You think i was a slave, got so many whips
You think i was Frito, got so many dips
Gun so big, can even fit on my hip
Hit the club off them drugs, then we start trippin'
If we can't get in with the Glock, we parkin' lot pimpin'
She like my pimp walk, she like the way I'm limpin'
I can teach you boys a lesson if you pay attention
Im out west 290 n*gga mind your business
How the f*ck is them your n*ggas if you in competetion?
How the f*ck is you a killer if you ain't kill the witness?
Already know im blowin' up you, just at back, a witness
f*ck around make me send my shortys on a mission
I lost my uncle Boochie and im still trippin'
I guess that be the reason why im still sippin'
You get killed for your chips n*gga now im dippin'
Long nose 45, Scottie Pippen
Alotta bodies on that b*tch and we still drillin'
You a beginner, you a pretender, im a sinner
Mouse trap for a master splinter ass n*gga
We ride forgies out, these bad hoes adore me
Young n*gga, i lost my mind when i was a shorty
I just put some new bullets in a old forty
And if he holdin' on that work we a poke shorty
Like he was a backwood, we a smoke shorty
And hell nah, we ain't friendly, i dont know shorty
I got alotta shortys that a blow for me
So dont say what you dont mean if you ain't know nun'
This b*tch keep on yellin' out smoke some
I told that b*tch to bend it over, let me poke some
If the police snatch me up, i dont know nun'
And lock me in im bondin' out, that ain't no money
You comedian ass n*gga, you think you so funny
So many carats in my chain, i attract bunnys
Flow like a bumble bee, i attrack the hunnys
I rob the plug, now we got the trap house jumpin'
We beat down your door like Jehova witness
I drive a old-school like a senior citizen
I try to tell these f*ck n*ggas, they ain't wanna listen
Ain't gon' be satisfied until some body end up missin'
Im YSN b*tch, young street n*gga
How you leave your homie and you ain't got your heat with ya
If you ain't get no money i dont wanna meet with ya
You ain't a real n*gga i dont wanna eat with ya
Im a cold-hearted n*gga, i might let that heat hit ya
My momma always told me, son dont let them streets get ya
Already too late, 'cus im a street n*gga
Turn your location on, we can meet n*gga
Ion rap beef, i leave it in the streets n*gga
And you dont clap heat, you just a wannabe n*gga
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