Chetta, $uicideboy$ - Poydras lyrics

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 eyеs wide really


You ain't seeing me
Run it up, pussy hit that rеlay
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