$uicideboy$ - Bring Out Your Dead lyrics

You gon', you gon', die, die
(Out of the way, kids)
Hanging out the motherfucking window
(Aye, aye, aye) 'Bout to shoot this bitch

Used to smoke crack
Now I count fucking racks
Mack daddy smacked, licking a powder bag
Back on my bullshit
White Benz coupe fit three in the back
And that's not including yo' bitch too, shit
Mutt hit the blunt like a bum
$lick in the cut with a cut, no
We never gave a fuck
Here I come, suck it up, bitch, I'm fucked
Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs
Threads full of stains in my car
Fucking slumped nothing to gain
I got nothing but bad fucking luck
Lean the seat back as I swerve and I crash
Yeah, there's blood mixed with glass
As my dreams turn to black, I'm ash
Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack
Just a bunch of trash told Zac
"If we ever fell off with G59 or FTP
Let's just be terrorists, blow up on NBC"

Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window
'Bout to shoot this bitch
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window
(Ooh, ooh–) 'Bout to shoot this bitch

This for any pussy-boy that wanna act up
(Ac' up)
Find yourself dead with no guts (No guts)
Voice in my head saying, "Kill yourself!"
So, so, so I wrote a note
Hot boy, turned cold to whom it may concern
Fuck you and the world nurse these Xanax
Anxiety on panic, like "Fuck, fuck
Fuck! I gotta go!"
I got a sixty pack waitin' at home
Feel like a zombie I'm all alone
Everyone clones please tell your bitch to
Stop hitting my phone
Before I put the 45 at your dome, lil' bitch!
Hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game
(Game) hollow tips, gonna insert in my brain

Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho (RIP koopsta Knicca)
Hanging out the motherfucking window
(RIP koopsta Knicca)
'Bout to shoot this bitch
Yeah, you gon' die, ho (RIP koopsta Knicca)
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window
(Triple Six, Triple Six, Triple)
'Bout to shoot this bitch