Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runnin' Thru The 7th With My Woadies, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song $outh $ide $uicide, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G*59
Runnin' Thru The 7th With My Woadies |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
View from a balcony, pool lit up blue |
Lawn chairs next to the ice chest |
Stuffed two grams in the blunt that we just blew |
Now I'm getting blown by a bitch |
Who? |
I don't know her name |
Gold chain hanging, got a few in the room |
But I don't wear them out, only wear them in the house |
'Cause I shine so bright, I don't wanna blind you |
Who knew Yung $now wouldn't melt in the summer? |
It's true |
Cold as a polar bear |
Chilling with Stunna and $lick, I'm surrounded by tulips |
Got me 'bout two clips |
Got me 'bout two scripts filled up with Oxy |
Smoke hovers all around my fucking body |
I murdered this bitch named Oddy, yeah, I shot him |
$lick got the shovels, and we digging all night |
Pouya in the Caddy |
Told him, "shine the light bright" 'cause I'm digging in darkness |
What was a good day has turned into the usual |
Back in all black like a funeral |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th |
Six bodies dropped, and nobody went to heaven |
Block stay hot when I'm creeping with the weapon |
Gotta keep the pills in me all because of my depression |
City of the crescent, riding with a Smith and Wesson |
Got a motherfucker guessing when I hit 'em with the blessing |
Two shots to the dome, six shots in the chrome |
All shot through your home, now that’s a crime zone |
$-U-I-C-I-D-E, $carecrow creepin' with Uzi |
Lucifer, please come save me, throw crucifixes at my feet |
Walking through the depths of hell, watchin' as the oceans swell |
Grey*59, that's Los Cartel |
Nothing but death in every cell |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
Yuh, she too deep in the flask |
Drinking and thinking gonna lead to a bad decision |
Déjà vu, I've been through it with you |
Multiple times on many occasions |
Contemplating vacating without you, I doubt you the one |
I could be wrong; |
I could be sprung; |
I could be dumb |
I could be dumbfounded, well-rounded |
Plus the head game therapeutic |
She knew that she blew it like Nintendo, you heard me |
Some of y'all better curve me, my dick game army strong |
My only hope is my song go on for long |
This life ain't promised whether you accomplished |
What you think about inside of yo apartment |
You working for nothing you worthless, bitch |
Yuh |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
When you come home, I'll stop this |
When you come home, I'll stop this |