Lyrics Suicide - El8ch

Suicide I'll do the job

Suicide I'll do the job
I'll tell Queze pack up the led he Gon know who to Rob
I told that bitch pick out a wig I bet she choose a bob
I was just building for her like me now I'm in her drawls
That's why it's forever mob
He spinning trying to kill em all
He kind of dizzy na
He got blickies na
He get busy na
We use to play with bb's guns now we got 50s na
Yo dawg can turn out to be snake this shit be tricky now
This shit be iffy na

Stay in my own lane
I'm too player I'll beat you at yo own game
Take one of mines I bet I spin till I get road rage
He fake thugging I see cause he got killed off one of them old plays
Fighting was the old days Now jits killing og's
He was only 16 the dude he killed was 43
To break my heart you gotta break my arm they like wym
What I mean I been saying that my heart is on my sleeve
Fmg Hoodie now you see it just what it mean
When I say yeah they say I'm real when I say no they say I'm green
If he ain't die from the streets you can't longlivehim you gotta say RIP
Moose that's my brother feel like we blood Just not the same og's
Do you remember Steve
Sleeping paralysis, Im stuck wishing it was a dream
Sleeping paralysis, Eric Gardner I cannot breathe fuck police
I bet she still get on her knees & fuck police
I bet my neck still gon be on freeze

Suicide I'll do the job
I'll tell Queze pack up the led he Gon know who to Rob
I told that bitch pick out a wig I bet she choose a bob
I was just building for her like me now I'm in her drawls
That's why it's forever mob
He spinning trying to kill em all
He kind of dizzy na
He got blickies na
He get busy na
We use to play with bb's guns now we got 50s na
Yo dawg can turn out to be snake this shit be tricky now
This shit be iffy na

This shit be iffy na
This shit be tricky na
This shit be iffy na
See We got 50s na
And we got titties na

Suicide, suicide, suicide I'll do the job
Suicide I'll do the job