$Outh $Ide $Uicide (feat. Pouya)

Outside in an all-black ride

Tint rolled up when I'm high

Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die

Mo-motherfucker, if you're lookin' for me

Find me in the night

I got a knife, don't wanna fight

I wanna take your fuckin' life and end it right on sight

When I strike, if you bark, better bite

Block hot, fuck the cops

Pop a six shot Glock, then I trot to the rocks

With me own blood clot

Red-dot, body drop when I cock, then I spot

No tomb, no plot

Throw 'em off of the yacht undocked

With the slot of the skull hangin' in the fuckin' river, ho

$ui-$uicide, 6-6-6, *59, so cynical

Got a pound in the blunt, I'm loungin'

Pour another round, I'm drownin'

Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain

Swerve, swervin' in a motherfuckin' all-white Crown Vic

Blue light mounted, siren howlin'

Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid

Got the town lit up by the flame that I made from my grey

Serenade, make way for the plague on the seventh day

Grey bodies lay in they graves

Still got the badge

Still got the gun

Still got the patch

Still got the stun

Still got the cash

Bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull, then I-

Yuh, yuh, yuh, $outh $ide $uicide

Kill yourself, ho

Say you gettin' money but your numbers don't show

You a liar

Baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire

For anyone that's tryna get by us

I've been thinkin' a lot

I see these rappers tryna get at my spot

Robb told me, you gotta get it how you live

Tell that bitch, you better get up out my biz

Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz

You don't want no issue with nose

Seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue

I got anxiety, so I can't really do an interview

Don't come close to me

I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'sposed to be

Independent, tell the label to get over me

I'm over here with my peers, gettin' rich point blank

Before I bring her to the crew, make sure that bitch don't stink

Ain't no rules to the game

Talk how you want

Walk how you want

My job is the shit

I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet

Now, I'm gettin' money

I don't gotta pack a pistola

Okay, maybe

'Cause jealousy make a man go crazy

Money make a motherfucker hate me

One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me