Lyrics Suicide Suede - sprite Lee.

Oh, Oh
To the grave
Pharaoh got that heat, ho
Oh, yeah

I don't count sins, I'ma take them to the Grave
Throw them in the mosh pit, we gon' make 'em rage
I got 4, 5, 6, 7, bitches on the way
Interior got Suicide Suede
Okay, she got her guts re-arranged, on the gang
Put that pill on her tongue for the taste
Bitch I'ma dog, so I'ma crank her with my chains
And I'm still goin' stupid, Super 8

Homebody, if u don't got it, you nobody
I'm runnin' silent with my cam, bitch we love the violence
Hit the private, different time zones, stylists
You outta pocket nigga, I done peeped the cc watches
Oh, bitch I'm flyin' overseas (yeah)
Ayy, I'm addicted to the cheese (woah, oh)
Mean, why my neck gon' freeze (yeah, yeah)
Nigga fuck out my dm's you a thief
Ayy, Venture Boulevard
Revvin up the choppa and your bitch on my handlebars
Got your hair in the wind, in the hills, you can see the stars
But it's a shame that I can't feel anymore

B & E, GTA
I cannot lose, when I rig the race
Do the dash, I don't even brace
I kissed the blunt, any other lane

I don't count sins, I'ma take them to the Grave
Throw them in the mosh pit, we gon' make 'em rage
I got 4, 5, 6, 7, bitches on the way
Interior got Suicide Suede
Okay, she got her guts re-arranged, on the gang
Put that pill on her tongue for the taste
Bitch I'm a dog, so I'ma crank her with my chains
And I'm still goin' stupid, Super 8