Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Profile Pic, artist - $uicideboy$.
Date of issue: 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— |