$uicideboy$, Pouya - $outh $ide $uicide lyrics

Outside in an all black ride
Tint rolled up when I'm high
Said they all wanna live
But I just wanna die
Mo-Motherfucker, if you're looking for me
Find me in the night
I got a knife, don't wanna fight
I wanna take your fucking life
And end it right on sight
When I strike, if you bark, better bite
Block hot, fuck the cops
Pop a six-shot Glock
Then I trot to the rocks
With me own blood clot
Red dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot
No tomb, no plot, throw 'em off of the yacht
Undocked with the slot of the skull
Hangin' in the fucking river, ho
$ui-$uicide, 6-6-6, 59, so cynical

Got a pound in the blunt, I'm loungin'
Pour another round, I'm drownin'
Climb to the top, I will
Jump off the mountain, ayy
Swerv-swervin' in a motherfucking
All-white Crown Vic'
Blue light mounted, siren howlin'
Stole it from a cop because
He popped another brown kid (Ayy)
Got the town lit up by the flame that I made
From my grey serenade
Make way for the Plague on the seventh day
Grey bodies lay in they graves
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I

Yuh, yuh, yuh
$outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho
Say you gettin' money, but
Your numbers don't show, you a liar
Baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire
For anyone that's tryna get by us (Bitch)
I been thinkin' a lot
I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
Robb told me, "You gotta get it how you live"
Told that bitch
"You better get up out my biz"
Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz
(Shut the fuck up)
You don't want no issue with
Nose seen more blow than most
Nose seen a tissue i got anxiety so I can't
Really do a interview don't come close to me
I'm not the one to really do
It how it's 'posed to be
Independent, tell that label to get over me
I'm over here with my peers
Gettin' rich point blank
Before I bring her to the crib
Make sure that bitch don't stink
Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want
(Yuh)
Walk how you want (Yuh) , my job is the shit
I used to clean up shit from
The rim of the toilet now I'm gettin' money
I don't gotta pack a pistola
Okay, maybe (Maybe)
'Cause jealousy make a man go crazy
Money make a motherfucker hate me
One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me