Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Profile Pic , by - $uicideboy$. Release date: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Profile Pic |
| 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— |
| Suicide, sui— |
| 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— |
| Glock to my skull then I— |
| Glock to my skull then I— |
| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun |
| Put the Glock to my skull then I— |
| Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones |
| Now's the time to say somethin’ if you wanna say somethin' |
| Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped, take ’em to the lakefront |
| And roll 'bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps |
| White lines like we in a shake junt |
| Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run |
| Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps |
| Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come |
| Stain somethin', all day, Plague stuntin' |
| Ain't frontin', bitch, I’m in the back puffin’ |
| Me and my cousin fucking buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in |
| Airin’ out the fuckin' room like Glade's plug-ins |
| 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— |
| Glock to my skull then I— |
| Glock to my skull then I— |
| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun |
| Put the Glock to my skull then I— |
| Represent that East 59, it's a Grey thing |
| Creepin’ round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane |
| Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range |
| Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain |
| Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah |
| Big gars, Xan' bars fucking up my brain, yeah |
| Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy |
| Adderall, speedballs, I might go insane, fuck |
| Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life closed to done |
| Demons climbin' on my walls in my bedroom |
| I got tendencies of suicidal ideation |
| Menace to society when I ain't medicated |
| 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— |
| Glock to my skull then I— |