[Intro]

(Suicide)

Uh, yuh (Hey, Soulja)

Uh

[Verse 1: Marrgielaa]

Touching the Glock, man, they thought I was rapin'

I'm going up and I know they hatin'

I'm sippin Drank, I ain't with the vaping

I'm smoking weed like I'm a Jamaican

I'm smoking now I can't breathe, Floyd

If I see 12, nigga, then avoid

Off of the Percs, I don't fuck with the steroids

Trap phone, I ain't using no droid

Smokin' on loud, I can't hear a noise

I'm in the streets, I ain't have no choice

Bitch, I'm on TV like The Voice

I'm on the Percs, shaking like I'm Boyce

I-I'm on the Percs, it's making me sweat

I'm with yo' bitch, gettin' her wet

Nigga's be queer talkin' on the net

Say you want smoke?, Okay nigga, bet

Been in the field, nigga, like a Vеt

I'm up in New York, like the Nеts

Been in the field, slavin' like Kinte

Chains on my neck, feelin' like Kinte

I put in work, nigga, like Kinte

I'm in the village, nigga, like I'm Kinte

[Verse 2: SmokingSkul]

Huh? Phew

I don't want them cigs, nigga, Eric Garner

I'm in the fields, George Washington Carver

I'm off the BlueChew, it make me harder

Cut up the brick like I went to Harvard

He smoke the dab pen with a Charger

I turn the trap house to a parlor

I'm not a lick, nigga, that's for starters

Phew, Huh? Phew

Who that is in that Ford?

I send an atheist to the Lord

We turn his whole hood to a morgue

That nigga dead, you should pull the cord

If he don't got bread, he gon' get ignored

I don't want peace, nigga, no award

I stay in the trap, in the 5th Ward

I got the whips, nigga, like I'm Kinte

She tried to cuff on me, I'm like Kinte

I'm in the field, nigga, like I'm Kinte

Plug got a fro' I'ma call him Kinte

Gucci headband, nigga like a sensei

I got a wife beater, like a Ese

Where the fiends at? I can't say

I'm in the penthouse, like I'm Jesse

[Verse 3: Marrgielaa]

I'm in the penthouse sticked up (Fuck)

That nigga a bitch and he got his bitch took

He try to be me, told him, "Be you"

Been in the trap, since grade two

I pop out the cut, then I start to shoot

That nigga a faggot, yeah, that boy a fruit

You in a taxi, bitch, I'm up in a coupe

Fuckin' that bitch, then she get the boot

I took the Xanax, no Perc

Nigga got popped, now he in the dirt

Nigga got popped, now he on a shirt

Bitch, I'm rich, I don't need to work

Boy, you my son, nigga, I'm yo' idol

Call you a bitch, now you suicidal

You gon' get killed, make yo' ass a title

(Yeah, nigga, they gon' kill yo' ass and make yo' ass a title, nigga, R.I.P fuckin' faggot)

[Verse 4: Lawsy]

Hold on, who that is in that Hellcat?

I hit a lick, and I'm finna spin back

Where yo' chain go? Come get yo' shit back

I went broke, so my ass hit the trap

I got rich, got a bag from packs

I got rich, got a bag from crack

Kickin' doors, I'ma take them racks

I'm a drug addict, boy, I just tried crack

I slide with a Glock 17, and a MAC

I got a blue beam on the Glock

Oh, you wanna talk down? You get shot

I took me a perc, and I cannot stop

We sendin' shots 'til his body drops

I was like thirteen sellin' Wock

If you wanna talk down, you get robbed

Fast money, I'm in love with the fraud

Run up on me, you can get dropped

Who the fuck?

I don't need goons, just me and that Glock

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot

Fuckin' on three bitches, three thots

Who the fuck, who the fuck? Who the fuck?, who the fuck?

Gang, for real

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