Lyrics Vices - JGrxxn , $uicideboy$

Swangin' in that '64
Ridin' with a dead ho
Bitch I'm from that murder block
Don't give a fuck bout gettin' caught
It's time to meet yo maker
Undertaker of the murder clan
Don't fuck with mark ass bitches
Send them off up in a ambulance
$chema boys and $uicide
Cock 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
Pussy boys don't fuck 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 ass bitches, I'm the devils bastard
(When I catch ya mark ass 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 bitch I said you was
But you still a pussy boy
Yusa boy
Yusa pussy boy
Shout out JGRXXN and them schema boys
$uicideboy$ for life
59 and Hustle Family tight
Fuck a copyright I'll let you bite as much as you want
Light the blunt
Fahrenheit I stunt
Fucking stuffing bodies in the trunk and then I fucking grunt
You saying Oddy front because I fucked your bitch you punk
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See that say nigga 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 pussy boy i took your pussy boy
She suckin on my dick while I press record