Waka Flocka Flame - Suicide Homicide Lyrics

You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised on by grove I ain't got a an education
24/7 shawty fuck a vacation
Lost a real nigger why you go to the station
Dam D-mars why these fuck niggas hating
Can't be pussy why god had to take em
Free my nigga Moe 25 years he facing

Suicide paint, suicide rims
Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends
Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga
Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga

Homicide purp, homicide vert
Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt
Homicide ice, homicide life
Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up.

Imma rich man sparking, a rich man coughin
Dead man walkin, dead man talking
Im the man with the grams, get your bags get your weight
Call me Bakerman, cuz I can bake a cake Gucci
Drop top rarri, call it headless horseman
Cooking up babies, call that shit abortions
Roaming thru the 6 like a mutha fkin orphan
I think I killed your roll dog and put him in a coffin
When its on again grab a tone again
No pad or pen I gotta win
Bsm and 1017 my whole squad be going in
Suicide is a homicide
I smoke so much my brain is fried
Ferrari boyz and ferrari toys
Pullin up lookin like tha gotti boyz

Suicide paint, suicide rims
Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends
Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga
Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga

Homicide purp, homicide vert
Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt
Homicide ice, homicide life
Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up.

Doors go up we just call it suicide
I ain't playin, I'm just praying its a homicide
Its 1017 that means its time for Bsm
Bread to win, thats for Pop Joe and Bos & Bim
Test what, test that, test this
Your bet your real lab rat I'll let a test bit
Running with the cannon I ain't talkin nick
I put 7 on your chest like M.Vick
Murder nigga, murder nigga
Real short fuse I hurta nigga
Wood Da Kid, Wooh Da King
Im married to my strap and I don't need a ring