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$uicideboy$
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Still got the badge, still got the gun Still got the patch, still got the stun Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun Put the Glock to my skull then I— $uicide, $ui— Still got the badge, still got the gun Still got the patch, still got the stun Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun Put the Glock to my skull then I— Glock to my skull then I— Glock to my skull then I— Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Ayy, ayy) Put the Glock to my skull then I— Watch me pull up in that H1 with my day-ones Now's the time to say somethin’ if you wanna say somethin' Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped, took ’em to the lakefront And roll 'bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps White lines like we in a shake junt Fake frontin'-ass bitch boy, run Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain comes Stain somethin', all day, Plague stuntin' (Yeah) Ain't frontin', bitch, I’m in the back puffin’ Me and my cousin ****ing buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (Uh) Airin’ out the ****ing room like Glade's PlugIns Still got the badge, still got the gun Still got the patch, still got the stun Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun Put the Glock to my skull then I— Glock to my skull then I— Glock to my skull then I— Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Put the Glock to my skull then I— Represent the East 59, it's a Grey thing Creepin’ round your mother****ing block with no plates, mane Make your mother****ing front yard to a gun range Blocka, blocka with the chopper, turn your name to a stain Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah Big gars, Xan' bars ****ing up my brain, yeah Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy Adderall, speed bumps, I might go insane, **** Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life close to done Demons climbin' on my walls in my bedroom I got tendencies of suicidal ideation Menace to society when I ain't medicated Still got the badge, still got the gun Still got the patch, still got the stun Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun Put the Glock to my skull then I— Glock to my skull then I—
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