$outh $ide $uicide

(专辑： $outh $ide $uicide - 2015)

[$lick $loth:]
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 hanging in the fucking river, ho
$ui-$uicide, 666, *59, so cynical

[Yung Plague:]
Got a pound in the blunt, I'm lounging
Pour another round, I'm drowning
Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain, ayy
Swerve, swerving in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic'
Blue light mounted, siren howling
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..

[Pouya:]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
$outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho
Say you getting 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 been thinking 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
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 getting 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 getting 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