Budd Dwyer - 275 $uicide lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Grieve] Creeping out the motherf**ing tomb Lil' $lick been cursed since the womb Riding in the Vette in the projects Couple pills in me with a co*ked tec Trigger finger itching from the Hi-tech Junkie with a $uicide mindset Aiming for a motherf**ing cops head Murder! murder! murder! Now they're all dead! Burning the crucifix Spit on your grave 'lil b**h $carecrow don't give a f** Eyes rolling back as I'm whipping the Lac We the sharks and we smell some blood Underwater full of slaughter Grey *59 the gods of horror k** the priest and burn the alter See the greys creeping out the corner [Verse 2: Yung Mutt] p**y tryna throw some shade, but I'm shrugging Throw shade at ruby you gon have to find a way to block out the sun or something Now that p**y boy struggling Mutt in his b**h now that p**y boy wondering Cut in his wrists got that p**y boy stumbling All these s**ers wanna hate I ain't gonna lie it makes my f**ing day If it f**ing escalates hand Yung Simmie a banana clip Yelling out RIP as the chopper spray 7th Ward lord got a grave full of f**boys buried by the lake 7th Ward lord gotta pay If you want to be a boss hog instead of a f**ing slave [Verse 3: Yung Simmie] I'm 'bout whatever you 'bout These n***as talking just running they're mouth I'm a block boy I came from the south I'ma kick it with your girl then I'm kicking her out n***as hating on my name when they know what I'm 'bout I've been that n***a I can be your b**h clout I was smoking Cali weed thought it was a drought I been had golds in my mouth I been Mac'd up f**ed your girl at your house Had my feet on your couch Left the condom wrapper out Rap n***as all talk, f** gossip I'm a real n***a I be all about my profit I pull up, do me, you don't do enough I be smoking OG I be in the cut Simmie Simmie two times two double cup If you run up on me I'ma f** you up n***a what is up?