Vices

Swangin' in that '64

Ridin' with a dead ho

B!tch I'm from that murder block

Don't give a fxck bout gettin' caught

It's time to meet yo maker

Undertaker of the murder clan

Don't fxck with mark a$s b!tches

Send them off up in a ambulance

$chema boys and $uicide

C0ck it back it's do or die

Time to make some momma's cry

I fantasize bout homicide

Creepin' in the cemetery

Knuckin' buckin' with tha Cherry

Pu$sy boys don't fxck with fairies

Blood all on me like I'm Carrie

Red rum

Red rum

Chop his body put him in the bag

Murder

Murder

Every time that '45 blast

Lame a$s b!tches, I'm the devils bastard

(When I catch ya mark a$s slippin')

I'ma blast ya

Well it's that ammo-dodgin

In all camouflage and I'm just flodgin

Loafin

Smokin

Chokin potent in my coffin

Loking

Toking up

I'm coughing

Broken

Hoping that I'm overdosing

Toting Glocks but never poking soaking thots

I'm sure you not the b!tch I said you was

But you still a pu$sy boy

Yusa boy

Yusa pu$sy boy

Shout out JGRXXN and them schema boys

$uicideboy$ for life

59 and Hustle Family tight

Fxck a copyright I'll let you bite as much as you want

Light the blunt

Fahrenheit I stunt

Fxcking stuffing bodies in the trunk and then I fxcking grunt

You saying Oddy front because I fxcked your b!tch you punk

You saying Oddy front because I fxcked your b!tch you punk

See that n!gga say he hard but i don't believe him

He so full of bulk, i ain't ever seen him

See it's JGRXXN with them $uicideBoy$

And we in that hoop ride

We bendin corners mane

Bout to make a stang

When you see the black rain you gon' feel the pain

See you's a pu$sy boy i took your pu$sy boy

She suckin on my d!ck while I press record