Bring Out Your Dead (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$

Out of the way kids

B***h you gon' die h*e

B***h you gon' die h*e

B***h I smoked crack

Now I count f**king racks

Back to the smack

Lickin' the powder bags

Back on my bulls**t

White bands scoof it

Three in the back

And that's not including your b***h tushy

Mutt hit the blunt like a bump

Lick in the cut with the cut no

We never gave a f**k

In my counts suck it up

B***h I'm f**ked

Lead in the brain

I got tar in the lungs

Dreads full of stank

Til' my car f**kin' stops

Nothing to gain

I got nothing but bad f**king luck

Lean the seat back as I'm swerving

I crash

Yeah this blunt 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 G*59 or FTP

Let's just be terrorists

Pow pow pow let me see

B***h you gon' die h*e

B***h you gon' die h*e

They be actin' for a f**kin' b***h

I'm 'bout to shoot this b***h

B***h you gon' die h*e

B***h you gon' die h*e

They be actin' for a f**kin' b***h

I'm 'bout to shoot this b***h

This for any P***y

Boy wanna act up ac' up

Find yourself dead with no guts no guts

Voice in my head say

Ya ain't kill yourself

So so so I wrote a note

Hot boy Torkoal

Told homie make a circle

F**k you and the runners

These Xanax anxiety on panic

F**k f**k f**k I got to go

I got a sixty pack waitin' at home

Feel like a zombie I'm all alone

Everyone clones

Please tell your b***h to stop

Hitting my phone

Let's get it get that h*e

Motherf**king gang gang

I don't give a care aye

So am I right right right

B***h you gon' die h*e

B***h you gon' die h*e

They be actin' for a f**kin' b***h

I'm 'bout to shoot this b***h

B***h you gon' die h*e

B***h you gon' die h*e

Bring out