Lyrics I Deleted Facebook a Long Time Ago - $uicideboy$

I got a 100 round drum on my stick like vic firth
Choppin up the brick
Make sure it stick
Who gon gets sick first
Always wanting more
Yeah i think they call that slick's curse
Yeah ya shawty bad but im betting that my bitch worse
Wrist hurt
From the plain jain
Yeah its heavy
Catch me in the chevy steady changing lanes
Engine revving
Switching settings
Blanco's motives always loco like im jetting
All these chains around my neck get twisted up like spaghetti
Blanco bout his cake
Full plates
Eggs with shrimp and steak
Southside of the lake
Figure 8 'til my fuckin wake
Watch out for the snakes
Fucking fakes
Eating twice their weight
Always lock the gate
Tempting fate
Tryna up the stakes
Dollar sign uicide
Dollar sign
Move aside
Me and wetto made a pact
Said fuck the whole world its you and i
Two southern white trash motherfuckers unified
G59 for life or at least 'til im fucking crucified
AMG mane fuck a hemi
No question the glock on me
G59 that's my committee
My bitch thick and pretty
Grab my dick and holler gimme gimme
Popping on them bibbys
Dropping 10s up in my fuckin kidneys
Fuck the world
Fuck a herd
Wetto solo dolo
Hoes get wet while searching for me
Like i'm marco polo
You want that promo?
I can put your face up on a shirt
Pill presser hiding fentanyl up in my percs
I get irked
Crack a smirk
Then i go bizerk
Now he murked
All you heard was bop bop, vrmmm, skrttt
Off that addy
Not too shabby
For a fuckin junkie
Throw a bitch some money
Pin a tail up on that donkey
Chopper toy
Have a pussy boy singing "ohhh"
Till my death
G r e y what i'm claiming
Till i d i e
My hand gone hold that 12 3
Northside
Eastern bloc wetto
Grey been what I bleed