Video Whatwhat de Suicideboys 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Suicideboys - Whatwhat Lyrics

You did good, $lick
It's a SMASH!
Pla-pla-pla-players never die

M-M-M-Motherfuck that set you claim, you know
It's Cut Throat from the grey, hoe, stay the fuck away
Glock tucked, on my side
Pull up like I'm Triple A
Any motherfucking time, any motherfucking day
Demons all around me and they begging for a fucking taste
Same shit, different day
Playing with the K
Nor-Northside, Eastern Bloc
Where the fuck I stay
Still I'm creeping in the cut
Remain sick as fuck
Pop a addy off the fent, feel too good to duck
B-B-Breaking bad I been rolling with the devil lately
Have you ever seen a demon pull up in a new Mercedes
Most hated, underrated
You know Grey the clique
Walking straight to hell and clear the motherfucking pit

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Better stay away
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Better stay away
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Stay the fuck away
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Stay the fuck away
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I just popped a perc, I just popped a Xan (Uh, uh)
See this bag of dope?, that's a hundred grand (Uh, uh)
Sell a bitch some hope, fuck her hit the dash (Uh, uh)
Looking for some love? Holla at your mans (Uh, uh)
Fo-For the heroin I'm a dog, $licky Pavlov
Y-Y-Yeah, you know it's personal when the mask off
L-Leave his body on display like it's half off
Scammed the game, call me Bernie "Wetto" Madoff
Glock out, cock out
Tell the world suck my dick
Sam "Wetto" Hyde cause I always get away with it
Three fingers high, Five Nine
What the fuck it is
Three fingers high, bitch I'm Grey till the fuckin' end

Aye, aye, aye
Bl-Bl-Bl-Blanco never shooting blanks
Got one in the chamber with your name on it
Blanco pulling rank, captain of the grey (Grey)
Stay flauntin' in a fuckin tank, east bank
Got my blade sharpened
Cut, slice or shank
Either way, I'ma flay my target
Aye, why all these opps on my block, huh (Huh?)
Pull out the chop like a mop bruh (Aye)
Aye, street sweeping like it's Mardi Gras
Litter up the streets, with a bunch of bloody body parts
Swanging on them 30s, got them 30s in my glovebox
Cops pulled me over, they about to get their mug popped
Cherry lemonade type of stain, pull off in the rain
Spilt his fuckin brain like a bitch who loves to chug cock

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Leave me the fuck alone
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Leave me the fuck alone
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Leave me the fuck alone
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Leave me the fuck alone

Grey steppin', I'm reppin' the Five Nine
All of my partners my lifeline
30 deep, 33 years I could keep
If I stop with these 30s, I'm cleared for the week
Gang with me, whole gang with me
I got no fear in these streets
Bang semi autos while I'm hanging out the fucking Jeep
Never sleep, tweakin' off the rock
Blanco play for keeps
Real life drug addict
Comedowns always fucking steep
Never sleep, I know that the reaper waiting for me
I know that he patient, see his reflection when I'm pouring up
Codeine in the cup, double it up
Now I'm snoring
I might not wake up, Uzi tucked next to my. 40
Southside of the lake, yeah I'm always 7th Warding
All these pills I take 'em bitch, there ain't no fucking hoarding
I got two phones, shawty try and hit me on my other line
Shawty looking fine, gonna call her back another time
Dollar signs on my fucking mind while I break her spine
Pulled out just in time, I can't let her have my fucking slime