Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suicidal, artist - Stevie Stone. Album song Malta Bend, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.06.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Suicidal |
| Call to flip a double up |
| My lil' niggas run amok |
| I pull up to the club, let the Chevy idle |
| Middle finger to the law I’m feeling suicidal |
| Yeah, suicidal |
| Yeah, suicidal |
| I’ll fuck a nigga up I’m feeling suicidal |
| I just don’t give a fuck I think I’m suicidal |
| I’ve been up for 40 days |
| All my niggas strapped, I’m talking 40 Ks |
| All my niggas strapped 140 ways |
| Got money on my head, but can’t afford to pay |
| I tell 'em «meet me at the Double Tree» |
| She bust that pussy open right in front of me |
| I tell her «throw it back. |
| Girl, don’t you run from me» |
| I’m suicidal, what the fuck you bitches want from me? |
| All across the board nigga |
| Said «You ain’t never been shit without your boys, nigga» |
| Shark waters deep, I heard you been swimming with them kois, nigga |
| Keep talking slick I have you swimming up to shore, nigga |
| Now let me show you what a 'loc is |
| I don’t know what broke is |
| Show up, show out, way before show biz |
| Wavy, feelin' like the back door to that Rolls is |
| Suicidal |
| That Phantom screwed me good, my Nig' |
| Hold up, let me try and find a fuck to give |
| Can’t find it |
| Fully loaded semi- |
| No shows in that UK 'til I’m selling out that whip |
| He’s shootin' nines and I’m shootin' mine |
| And this motherfucker hit me |
| No joke me, Imma go broke before these record label pimp me |
| Midwest, to that West Coast I’m the realist nigga rappin' |
| See me, Nigga greet me |
| Holla out, what’s happening? |
| where we? |
| Roll call, told 'em «Meet me at the back door» |
| Line 'em up, load 'em up, klick clack Joe |
| On some bullshit, hope I make it back yo |
| It’s go time, what you think we got these straps fo'? |
| I’m having suicidal thoughts, nigga |
| Walk in the bank, whip out a mask and take it all, nigga |
| Cut through the station tryna blow up all the cars, nigga |
| Find me up in the Ocean swimming with some sharks, nigga |
| Keep it real, think I’m bi-polar |
| Can hear the loud yelling «Paranoia» |
| I keep the chevy on idle as I’m aimin' for your vitals and I’m clutchin' on my |
| bottle of rum |