Suicide Lyrics

Bands stay bussin' out my jeany jean jeans

Making all this money, man I feel like a machine

You don't even know what's goin' on behind the scenes

Yeah, there's more to us than doing drugs and drinking all this lean

They thinking who am I?

They getting crucified, when they see me in the cut they getting mortified

They wonder who am I?

But, really who gon' die?

If you pull up to my block your thinking suicide

Suicide, nigga say goodbye

We gon' pull up with choppa aim it at your eye

You gon' see me in that coffin fuckin' with your wife

Why'd you bring a knife to a gun fight?

Slip and slide, my diamonds slip and slide

She gon' pop that X, do it day and night

Baby free your mind, we gon' treat you right

Swear them other niggas bluffin' they just not your type

Bands stay bussin' out my jeany jean jeans

Making all this money, man I feel like a machine

You don't even know what's goin' on behind the scenes

Yeah, there's more to us than doing drugs and drinking all this lean

They thinking who am I?

They getting crucified, when they see me in the cut they getting mortified

They wonder who am I?

But, really who gon' die?

If you pull up to my block your thinking suicide

Bitch ima psychodelic rockstar, I just go hard

Go home, get dome, blow her back off

I'm sick of all this trash talk, bitch I just let the guns talk

That "do do do do" gun talk, that "do do do do" gun talk

Cause I can't go back now, what I once was look where I am now

Cause I can't go back now, what I once was look where I am now

Bands stay bussin' out my jeany jean jeans

Making all this money, man I feel like a machine

You don't even know what's goin' on behind the scenes

Yeah, there's more to us than doing drugs and drinking all this lean

They thinking who am I?

They getting crucified, when they see me in the cut they getting mortified

They wonder who am I?

But, really who gon' die?

If you pull up to my block your thinking suicide

This is

Dreamie Darkö

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