Suicidal ft. Buddha Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Doors going up, this shit's suicidal

Bread on up, this shit is so vital

He act like a bitch, think he on a cycle

I'm high as a bitch, I don't know what's the tI'me

TI'me is money, my money is tI'me

Not wasting no tI'me, cause I'm all on the grind

Don't fuck with you niggas, I put that on God

He don't got no bands, that nigga a fraud

Margiela coat with a Glock 19 in it

Hit every shot cause the Glock got a Beam on it

He keep renting them' cars, you know that aint yo V homie

Pull up on God and you know we gon be on it

He actin' a fool, you know I put the heat on em'

She actin' too bold, you know I put the meat on her

I got holes in my clothes and my hoodies got weed on them'

Hoes in my phone, but I don't wanna feed on it

Rick owen my toe, but I already split lean on it

I just Shit on the floor, and then I throw a beat on it

Mix the addy with perc and now I'm so hyper

Pickin' these peppers, I'm not Peter Piper

Fuckin' this bitch , but don't think I'm a wife her

And my broddie gon' shoot cause no, he not a fighter

Doors going up, this shit's suicidal

Bread going up, this shit is so vital

He act like a bitch, think he on a cycle

If she don't love ko, then she really like hI'm

Breakin' her back, I'm all in her spleen

She going to sleep cause ko been so mean

Feel like a yeat, I've been off of the lean

My bitch is so bad when she rockin' that mink

Happy birthday kozzy

Fuck that ho, I'ma raw dog man

He switched on the gang, what the fuck he a trans

We don't need that nigga, we all get bands

Popping them' beans like I'm X-Men

She screaming her man, her man, her man

Everybody yo man, what the fuck is you sayin'

We don't fuck with that nigga cause he be in lame

She kept on her clothes, she gave me that brain

Say you want smoke this new opp, dank

Don't fuck with you nigga, you only want fame

Get to the chicken, but its fuck rasin cane

Push to the V till I motherfuckin' cant

Don't need a key cause Im whipping that rang

Shoot from the three, I got lI'mitless range(SWAAA)

Got pack with a switch should've stayed in his lane

(SWAAA)

Get from round here, you ain't part of the gang

How I'm your man and I don't know your name

High ass a bitch, feel like I'm David Blaine

Tired of this, we gon' break in his place

I like what do it do, put the chop to his face

It go do, do, do, do, okay, okay

When I shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, they gon' do what I say

But I won't hesitate cause I'm bustin yo brainnn

Doors goin up This shit suicidal, getting this bread, you know this shit vital

He act like a bitch, think he on that cycle

I'm killin' this beat like my name is Michael

She hittin my phone, say kozzy, I like you

She wanna make movies, and hold a lil title

Doors goin up they not suicidal

Getting that bread, you know this shit vital

She hittin my phone, say kozzy, I like you

Enjoy your day yn"- Buddha

Happy birthday ko" - Jamia