Seven - Suicidal lyrics

[Hook: King Harris] Call to flip a double up My lil' n***as run amok I pull up to the club, let the Chevy idle Middle finger to the law I'm feeling suicidal Yeah, suicidal Yeah, suicidal I'll f** a n***a up I'm feeling suicidal I just don't give a f** I think I'm suicidal [Verse 1: King Harris] I've been up for 40 days All my n***as strapped, I'm talking 40 Ks All my n***as strapped 140 ways Got money on my head, but can't afford to pay I tell 'em "meet me at the Double Tree" She bust that p**y open right in front of me I tell her "throw it back. Girl, don't you run from me" I'm suicidal, what the f** you b**hes want from me? All across the board n***a Said "You ain't never been sh** without your boys, n***a" Shark waters deep, I heard you been swimming with them kois, n***a Keep talking slick I have you swimming up to shore, n***a [Hook: Stevie Stone (Gla**es ad-libs)] [Verse 2: Gla**es Malone] Now let me show you what a 'loc is I don't know what broke is Show up, show out, way before show biz Wavy, feelin' like the back door to that Rolls is Suicidal That Phantom screwed me good, my Nig' Hold up, let me try and find a f** to give Can't find it Fully loaded semi- No shows in that UK 'til I'm selling out that whip He's shootin' nines and I'm shootin' mine And this motherf**er hit me No joke me, Imma go broke before these record label pimp me Midwest, to that West Coast I'm the realist n***a rappin' See me, n***a greet me Holla out, what's happening? where we? [Hook: Stevie Stone] [Verse 3: Stevie Stone] Roll call, told 'em "Meet me at the back door" Line 'em up, load 'em up, klick clack Joe On some bullsh**, hope I make it back yo It's go time, what you think we got these straps fo'? I'm having suicidal thoughts, n***a Walk in the bank, whip out a mask and take it all, n***a Cut through the station tryna blow up all the cars, n***a Find me up in the Ocean swimming with some sharks, n***a Keep it real, think I'm bi-polar Can hear the loud yelling "Paranoia" I keep the chevy on idle as I'm aimin' for your vitals and I'm clutchin' on my bottle of rum [Hook: Stevie Stone]