$outh $ide $uicide - $uicideboy$, Pouya

Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when I'm high

Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die

Motherfucker, if you're looking for me, find me in the night

I got a knife, don't wanna fight

I wanna take your fucking 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, bodies 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 fucking 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, ayy

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

Blue light mounted, siren howlin'

Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid (Ayy)

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 (Bitch)

I been thinkin' a lot, I see these rappers tryna get at my spot

Robb told me you gotta get it how you live

Told that bitch, "You better get up out my biz"

Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz (Shut the fuck up)

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 'posed 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 (Yuh)

Walk how you want (Yuh), 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 (Maybe), 'cause jealousy make a man go crazy

Money make a motherfucker hate me

One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me