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Suicideboys - Black Suicide Lyrics

Black $uicide Lyrics[Verse 1: $crim]
Steady ridin' low, eyes steady swole
Feel like death row, 1994
Suicide tears, drippin' off our mothers
Bullets in the chamber of the pistol in the cupboard
Got a couple black tees with that indo sparkin'
Bitch, don't even look my way, 'cause I fuckin' hate talkin'
Got them spinners on the hearse, bitches for dessert
Po' me up a fo', I'm sipping codeine 'til the dirt

[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
Ridin' 'round Texas in a Lexus with a Florida license plate
Outta state, eating grapes, blowin' dank, no yank, bitch
Dry as fucking weed
$lick, havin' a panic attackwith the Mac on his lap and now he makin' beats
Smurf in the back tryna get some sleep
Gas tank on E, not a stain on me, sunset, cool breeze
Lookin' at the moon and then I turn into a goon
I'm doing what I please, throwin' up some fuckin threes

[Verse 3: Black Smurf]
Slide in deep while I’m tipped, tryna run cash up
Steady fiendin' more income like, "Damn, bruh, what I gotta do to get out of these problems I’m facing?"
Light a smooth J in my right hand
Got bitches just like U2
Get the cash, man
I didn’t always have for the cab, man
Ain’t no tellin' what a nigga do to you
Shake your hand or just shoot through you
I’m the man that you show respect when seen cruisin' through
Either that or get that ass fanned up
Matter fact, I rather run bands up
Meet the pocket chopper, mini rocket-launcher
Stay out the way or get bagged up
Nigga