Black $uicide

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 endo sparkin'

Bitch, don't even look my way 'cause I fuckin' hate talkin'

Got them spinners on a hearse, bitches for dessert

Pour me up a four, I'm sippin' codeine till the dirt

Ridin' round Texas in a Lexus with a Florida license plate

Outta state, eatin' grapes, blowin' dank, no yank, bitch

Dry as fucking weed, slick

Havin' the panic attack with the Mac on his lap

And now he makin' beats

Smurf in the back tryna get some sleep

Gas tank on E, not a stack on me, sunset, cool breeze

Lookin' at the moon and then I turn into a goon

I'm doin' what I please, throwin' up some fuckin' threes

Slide in deep while I'm tipped

Tryna run cash up

Steady fiendin' more income like

Damn bro, what I gotta do to get out of these problems I'm facin'?

Light a smooth J in my right hand

Got bitches just like U2

Get the cash, man

I didn't always have for the cabman

Ain't no tellin' what a **** 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, ****