$Outh $Ide $Uicide (Explicit)
$UICIDEBOY$"$Outh $Ide $Uicide (Explicit)" is a song by $UICIDEBOY$, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:43 long and contains 53 lines and 457 words.
Lyrics
0:00South Side Suicide (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$/Pouya
0:37Outside in an all black ride
0:39Tint rolled up when I'm high
0:41Said they all wanna live but I just wanna die
0:45Motherf**ker if you're looking for me find me in the night
0:47I got a knife don't want to fight
0:48I want to take your f**king life and end it right on sight
0:50When I strike if you bark better bite
0:54Block hot f**k the cops
0:55Pop a 6 shot Glock
0:56Then I trot to the rocks with me own blood clot
0:58Red dot bodies drop when I cock then I spot
1:00No tomb no plot throw them off of the yacht
1:02Undocked with the slot of the skull hanging in the f**king river oh
1:07Suicide 666 59 so cynical
1:12Got a pound in the blunt I'm loungin'
1:14Pour another round I'm drownin'
1:16Climb to the top I will jump off the mountain
1:20Swervin' swervin' in a motherf**king all white Crown Vic
1:23Blue lights mounted Siren howlin'
1:25Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid
1:28Got the town lit up by the flames that I made from my grey serenade
1:31Make way for the Plague
1:33On the 7th day grey bodies lay in their graves
1:36Still got the badge still got the gun
1:38Still got the patch still got the stun
1:40Still got the cash b**ch I burn it for fun
1:42Put the Glock to my skull then I
1:52Yuh yuh yuh
1:53South side suicide kill yourself ho
1:55Say you gettin' money but your numbers don't show
1:57You a liar baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire
2:00For anyone that's tryna get by us
2:03I been thinkin' a lot
2:04I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
2:06Robb told me you gotta get it how you live
2:08Told that b**ch you better get up out my biz
2:10Pickle breath a** ho with a face like his
2:12You don't want no issue with
2:13Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue
2:15I got anxiety so I can't really do an interview
2:18Don't come close to me
2:19I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'sposed to be
2:22Independent tell the label to get over me
2:23I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank
2:26Before I bring her to the crew make sure that b**ch don't stink
2:28Ain't no rules to the game talk how you want
2:30Walk how you want my job is the sh*t
2:32I used to clean up sh*t from the rim of the toilet
2:34Now I'm gettin' money young I don't gotta pack a pistola
2:36Okay maybe cause jealousy make a man go crazy
2:41Money make a motherf**ker hate me
2:43One thousand b**ches they all wanna date me
South Side Suicide (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$/Pouya Outside in an all black ride Tint rolled up when I'm high Said they all wanna live but I just wanna die Motherf**ker if you're looking for me find me in the night I got a knife don't want to fight I want to take your f**king life and end it right on sight When I strike if you bark better bite Block hot f**k the cops Pop a 6 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 them off of the yacht Undocked with the slot of the skull hanging in the f**king river oh Suicide 666 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 Swervin' swervin' in a motherf**king all white Crown Vic Blue lights mounted Siren howlin' Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid Got the town lit up by the flames that I made from my grey serenade Make way for the Plague On the 7th day grey bodies lay in their graves Still got the badge still got the gun Still got the patch still got the stun Still got the cash b**ch I burn it for fun Put the Glock to my skull then I Yuh yuh yuh South side suicide 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 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 b**ch you better get up out my biz Pickle breath a** ho with a face like his 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 an interview Don't come close to me I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'sposed to be Independent tell the label to get over me I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank Before I bring her to the crew make sure that b**ch don't stink Ain't no rules to the game talk how you want Walk how you want my job is the sh*t I used to clean up sh*t from the rim of the toilet Now I'm gettin' money young I don't gotta pack a pistola Okay maybe cause jealousy make a man go crazy Money make a motherf**ker hate me One thousand b**ches they all wanna date me
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