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275 $uicide Song Lyrics
275 $uicide by $UICIDEBOY$ [Verse 1: Big Grieve]
Creeping out the motherf**king tomb
Lil’ $lick been cursed since the womb
Riding in the Vette in the projects
Couple pills in me with a cocked tec
Trigger finger itching from the Hi-tech
Junkie with a $uicide mindset
Aiming for a motherf**king cops head
Murder! murder! murder!
Now they’re all dead!
Burning the crucifix
Spit on your grave ‘lil b**ch
$carecrow don’t give a f**k
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
Kill the priest and burn the alter
See the greys creeping out the corner
[Verse 2: Yung Mutt]
Pussy 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 pussy boy struggling
Mutt in his b**ch now that pussy boy wondering
Cut in his wrists got that pussy boy stumbling
All these suckers wanna hate
I ain’t gonna lie it makes my f**king day
If it f**king escalates hand Yung Simmie a banana clip
Yelling out RIP as the chopper spray
7th Ward lord got a grave full of f**kboys buried by the lake
7th Ward lord gotta pay
If you want to be a boss hog instead of a f**king slave
[Verse 3: Yung Simmie]
I’m ‘bought wherever you ‘bought
These niggas 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
Niggas hating on my name when they know what I’m ‘bought
I’ve been that nigga I can be your b**ch clout
I was smoking Cali weed thought it was a drought
I been had goons in my mouth
I been Mac’d up
f**ked your girl at your house
Had my feet on your couch
Left the condom wrapper out
Rap niggas all talk, f**k gossip
I’m a real nigga 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**k you up
Nigga what is up?