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Suicideboys - My Swisher Sweet But My Sig Sauer Feat Germ Lyrics

(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)

Fire spitter, wood grain whipper, Perc cut out the liquor
Drank sipper, fuck a doctor bitch and it still fuck my liver
Head spinner, Dior on my bitches, they all 'bout the Benjis
Lane switchin', paint drippin', hope the feds ain't on my pimpin'
Caught the flight, we done took off, we on Pluto now
Walk 'em down, his ass fried, he in the pit right now
Bounties up, heard they want my head, this ain't GTA
NBA, ballin' like I'm Kobe, hella choppa blades
Smokin' potent, just put down the potion, I can barely breathe
Hennessy colored Mercedes, big body, we came for the cheese
Pretty please, bitch, I said it once and now you gots to bleed (uh, uh)
Forgis on the truck when I pull up it's easy (yeah)
Bet these demons see me and they wanna be me (yeah)
I been out my body up top like a beanie (yeah)
Heard that boy he crazy, he be hot like fever (yeah)
Please don't lose yourself, you ain't never gon' please me

You know what the fuck we doin', right? (You know what the fuck we doin', right?)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)

Don't give no fucks, I was raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was grippin' that tool
Kept a Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey59 boy and my click filled with wolves (sheesh)
Sub 8's just to keep my fuckin' mind straight (what?)
Auto-steering and I still can't even drive straight (skrrt)
Eastern bloc, Wetto raising up the crime rate (what?)
$uicide, bitch, I'm everything your mom hate
Yeah, G-R-E-Y till I die, ayy (Grey)
Drug addicts up and down my bloodline
Chains more flooded than the Lower 9, hear my battle cry (ooh, ooh)
It's that DN$ $lick, call the EMS quick
Seats color period, paint PMSing
If them pills pressed then, it's still fuck it I'ma pop 'em
From the west of the Huey, where we pop, lock, and drop 'em

Gimme all your fucking hate, need that shit like yesterday
Only way that I'm able to motivate myself
(Ruby's such a loser) bitch
Bitch, I agree with you, what the hell?
Insecurity what I sell, G59 the cartel
G59 the army bitch, I'm 'bout to buy a fucking tank
East bank bound, bitch, I'm south of the lake
Runnin' 'round town every day
Like: Wow, Ruby really on the prowl, better pray
Better take your family somewhere safe
I got demons with me, I might let 'em out the cage
$Uicide live comin' at you from the fuckin' grave
Bitch, I hide from the limelight, I'm chillin' in the shade
When the times right I'll be sidelined
Pay attention to my eyesight, checkin' highlights
Find the future of the 59, get 'em signed
Might let 'em shine bright
And that's really all I gotta motherfucking say

(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)