The Road to Hell Is Highway 59 $uicideboy$ & Ramirez
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[Verse 1: YUNG PLAGUE]
Uh, bitch, I got ice on my wrist
That's to stop to slice from swelling
Bitch, I'll burn a fucking church and sell the ashes to the reverend
Ask the weapon, ain't no stepping, ain't no climbing
Bitch, I'm slidin', and I wreck it
Curbs getting swerved over, bitch, I murder then repress it
Life full of lessons and I didn't learn shit, so I burned the school too
Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids
Catch me shining in the 'llac, got a diamond painted black
Frame intact, flame is back
Get the fuck up off the grid
[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
Hi, I want to die
Blackout my eyes and crucify
I find in Satan's eyes
Carry my sixes around with pride
Killer, killer, sweeping the bodies
Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty
Low-life creeping and plotting
Suboxone on me with a script of neurontin
Body numb, speaking in tongues
Opium tar in my lungs
Pistol-packing, skull cracking
I'm that fucking gothic savage
Vampire laced in satin
Love to catch a fuckboy lacking
Cadillac macking crackhead
Tracking all who slacking, ratting
Uh, bitch, I got ice on my wrist
That's to stop to slice from swelling
Bitch, I'll burn a fucking church and sell the ashes to the reverend
Ask the weapon, ain't no stepping, ain't no climbing
Bitch, I'm slidin', and I wreck it
Curbs getting swerved over, bitch, I murder then repress it
Life full of lessons and I didn't learn shit, so I burned the school too
Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids
Catch me shining in the 'llac, got a diamond painted black
Frame intact, flame is back
Get the fuck up off the grid
[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
Hi, I want to die
Blackout my eyes and crucify
I find in Satan's eyes
Carry my sixes around with pride
Killer, killer, sweeping the bodies
Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty
Low-life creeping and plotting
Suboxone on me with a script of neurontin
Body numb, speaking in tongues
Opium tar in my lungs
Pistol-packing, skull cracking
I'm that fucking gothic savage
Vampire laced in satin
Love to catch a fuckboy lacking
Cadillac macking crackhead
Tracking all who slacking, ratting
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