Suicide Lyrics

Suicide I'll do the job

Suicide I'll do the job

I'll tell Queze pack up the led he Gon know who to Rob

I told that bitch pick out a wig I bet she choose a bob

I was just building for her like me now I'm in her drawls

That's why it's forever mob

He spinning trying to kill em all

He kind of dizzy na

He got blickies na

He get busy na

We use to play with bb's guns now we got 50s na

Yo dawg can turn out to be snake this shit be tricky now

This shit be iffy na

Stay in my own lane

I'm too player I'll beat you at yo own game

Take one of mines I bet I spin till I get road rage

He fake thugging I see cause he got killed off one of them old plays

Fighting was the old days Now jits killing og's

He was only 16 the dude he killed was 43

To break my heart you gotta break my arm they like wym

What I mean I been saying that my heart is on my sleeve

Fmg Hoodie now you see it just what it mean

When I say yeah they say I'm real when I say no they say I'm green

If he ain't die from the streets you can't longlivehim you gotta say RIP

Moose that's my brother feel like we blood Just not the same og's

Do you remember Steve

Sleeping paralysis , Im stuck wishing it was a dream

Sleeping paralysis, Eric Gardner I cannot breathe fuck police

I bet she still get on her knees & fuck police

I bet my neck still gon be on freeze

Suicide I'll do the job

I'll tell Queze pack up the led he Gon know who to Rob

I told that bitch pick out a wig I bet she choose a bob

I was just building for her like me now I'm in her drawls

That's why it's forever mob

He spinning trying to kill em all

He kind of dizzy na

He got blickies na

He get busy na

We use to play with bb's guns now we got 50s na

Yo dawg can turn out to be snake this shit be tricky now

This shit be iffy na

This shit be iffy na

This shit be tricky na

This shit be iffy na

See We got 50s na

And we got titties na

Suicide , suicide , suicide I'll do the job

Suicide I'll do the job