Bring Out Your Dead $uicideboy$

[Intro: Koopsta Knicca & Yung Mutt]
You gon', you gon', die, die—
(Out of the way, kids)
Hanging out the motherfucking window (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
'Bout to shoot this bitch

[Verse 1: Yung Mutt]
Used to smoke crack, now I count fucking racks
Mack daddy smacked, licking a powder bag
Back on my bullshit, white Benz coupe fit three in the back
And that's not including your bitch too, shit
Mutt hit the blunt like a bum
$lick in the cut with a cut, no, we never gave a fuck
Here I come, suck it up, bitch, I'm fucked
Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs
Threads full of stains in my car, fucking slumped
Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck
Lean the seat back as I swerve and I crash
Yeah, there's blood mixed with glass
As my dreams turn to black, I'm ash
Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack
Just a bunch of trash
Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP
Let's just be terrorists, blow up on NBC"

[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window
'Bout to shoot this bitch
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Yeah, you gon' die, ho
Hanging out the motherfucking window (Ooh, ooh–)
'Bout to shoot this bitch