Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man

You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!)

Let the gun bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"Savage, " tatted
On my face Grade A (pow!)
Blazin' while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the 'K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside naughty
Scope on the shotty
Semi blow ya' body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy

You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Oncе you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat

On my facе Grade A (pow!)
Ruby, blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting
Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies sing
Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah
Aye (X4) (pah!)

Hol' up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with hypebeast's back in 2002
What it do? Motherfucker I'm a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is ghouling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Black out the city, I'm back on them 30s
In 'bout 20 minutes we'll be on the moon, (pah!)
On my face Grade A
Aye(X4)

You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me
I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side '59
Tony gripping Tommy
Fuck around end up with your body

Blazin' while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the 'K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside naughty
Scope on the shotty
Semi blow ya' body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me

Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I'm a fucking vet, I'm a motherfucking threat
G59 the set, G59 will make you sweat
"I don't give a fuck, " is my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
'cades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my d...

(He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night!
Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning
And you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness
Only to go back out tonight and get wasted again)