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Allday Producer - Suicide Lyrics

[Intro]
(JTK)
(MicWill)
(AllDay)
Uh, damn

[Chorus]
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with niggas, 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 pussy, now he tough, he running out of lines
Nigga, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna fuck, but bitch, you out of line
Damn

[Verse 1]
Fitted cap, fuck a snap back, bitch
How long your homie been dead? You still ain't clap back
Girl, I only just wanted the head, thought we been pass that
Smoking dead opps to the head, "lil' bro, pass that"
I'm on the opposition's block tryna catch a hashtag
Lil' Mama, you official, uh, where you get that ass at?
I blew that bitch like a refer' with a whistle, now they mad, mad
I never switch but I switched up the Glock, I'm Beezo Mad Max
Bitch
[Chorus]
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with niggas, 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 pussy, now he tough, he running out of lines
Nigga, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna fuck, but bitch, you out of line
Damn

[Verse 2]
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 dick so good, I buy you a Birkin bag
But shit 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 shit and I'm not going back
Uh, damn
[Chorus]
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with niggas, 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 pussy, now he tough, he running out of lines
Nigga, I called your bluff, you said too much
Pop out, it's hammer time
Shorty going off that stuff, she tryna fuck, but bitch, you out of line
Damn

[Outro]
Tweaking with my blood, we call that suicide
We got into it with niggas, 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