Lyrics Poydras - Chetta , $uicideboy$

The fuck
Yeah where that bitch at?
Man tell that bitch come up here
If it's up then it's stuck hoe
If it's up then it's stuck hoe
If it's up then it's stuck hoe
Tell me hoe where ya at?

I just had to re-up on you hoes
I got bricks for the fix by the boat load
Ain't seen my feelings in so long
I do my thing on solo
Popping pills, we gone run that shit back tho'
Get ya killed just for thinking that we act tho'
Homicide wanna try me, get ya back blown
3k for the seal, so it's cutthroat

On a PJ, smoking on the e-way
I got ZaZa running through my arteries
Pick me outside, forty on throwaway
Leave your eyes wide really you ain't seeing me
Run it up, pussy hit that relay
Double back, shoot again, press you like a replay
I've been up, what it is, stretch em like a freeway
On the real, I'mma blow a pound like some TNT
Yeah, yeah, la vida loca
Pouring lean in my soda
Smoking gas 'till she choke out
I'm smoking gas 'till we glow up
Babygirl, I'm just tryna make sure, ahh
All these diamonds on my neck like the polar
Cool mil in my account looking colder
Two tier double deck when I pour out
Pop my seal, I'mma need another drink hoe
TT'd off the foam how I be hoe
And that MAC keep grip while I sleep hoe
And my net worth rolling to the beat, ahh
I just popped another pill on ecstasy, ahh
Bitch wanna top me with my feet up
Big fiend for the money need the ER
Push a little coupe, baby this ain't no Fiat
Clip long, knee high, pushing back ya weave ahh
Kick on the AR like a horse, yeehaw
Knock you off ya feet, ahh
Run it up, we hot
Tell my opps stay close
I'll show how I roll
From the North to the South Shore
Run that shit back, tell'em fill me up
If it's up then it's stuck, hoe
Tell me, hoe, where ya at, hoe?

I just had to re-up on you hoes
I got bricks for the fix by the boat load
Ain't seen my feelings in so long
I do my thing on solo
Popping pills, we gone run that shit back tho'
Get ya killed just for thinking that we act tho'
Homicide wanna try me, get ya back blown
3k for the seal, so it's cutthroat

Too many Deja Vu
I feel like it
We've have too many people that's dying because
Nobody wanna get involved until it happens to you

Northside Shawty wet, hit 'em with the Womp Womp
GLE take off with your bitch, bye
Honk, honk, King Kong, big ding dong
You see these dogs outside
Just know I'm upstairs going hard bitch, bing bong
Who the fuck said that I done changed since I got racks
Rather me twin bed at my mom and dads recording in that shed
Say you got them WMD's but you Iraq
Invade you like I'm Bush and find out you ain't got jack
Fuck that, here's a gun put it down, you gone clutch that
Rat tells, self defense, had to bust back
Why you throwing up boy, where ya nuts at?
Butt back bitch I ain't tryna fuck yet
No fucks left, get off of my dick, hoe
Bar baby pill poppa, wet big Moe
Wet bigalow, fucking hoes like a gigolo
Titty baby, Grey the color 'till the funeral

Quarter mil for my powder bag, I ain't flipping for a profit
I'm strung out, pressing a gun against my eye socket
My wrist look like the night sky
Glistening, the drug usage at an all time high
Suicide, ready to die
All my partners down to ride soon as I text 'em to slide
I'm betting you'll hide
Peeking out, bending the blinds, cocking the nine
Staring down the barrel, you'll get lead through your eye
Leaving you blind, yeah
Oddy like Hammurabi
Chopping bitches bodies like my dick was a shotty
It ain't a hobby
It's what the fuck I do
I ain't playing this fucking game of who's who
Been had the drip but the whip is new
The whole dash is covered in blue residue
Give me all the smoke and the bad Juju
Playing arenas but I ain't Voodoo