Lyrics Fuck Boy Blood Bath - $uicideboy$

Fuck Boy Blood Bath

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P’s and Q’s, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P’s and Q’s, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P’s and Q’s, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P’s and Q’s, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P’s and Q’s, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P’s and Q’s, I refuse to be broke as shit
Shut the fuck up, bitch, talking shit
When the 6−10 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard
Drive a little bit—then it hits, «oh shit!»
You just drove down the road to Yung Plague’s pit
With a pit in the yard
Feed you to my dog, then I yawn
Bury your bones 'till dawn
Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed
Bitch, I’ll sleep when I’m dead
Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag
From my fucking feet up to my head
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P’s and Q’s, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch
Ain’t got no friends, they all turned snitch
Trust no one, they bound to switch
Trust no bitch, just give 'em dick
Dirty South pimp with the gold on my wrist
Empty the clip 'till the chamber go click
No faking, no flodgin', my record legit
I’m bankin' and dodgin' from Five-O, my clique
Cut Throat cut dope with the all black blade
Sniff coke, fuck hoes while I’m layin' in the shade
I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave
And if you can’t tell, bitch, I’m fucking insane
Pop, pop, pop, pop!
Make the bodies go drop
Bustin' these suckas and swervin' on cops
Almighty *59, ain’t got time for no opps
Six-six-six, I’m so damn hot