[Intro]
(Damn, Suicidal)
Ayy, come here, let me talk one time
[Verse 1]
Telling my mama that I miss my people, why they had to go?
Hold the Glock on the spot, get it hot, bitch, I'ma let it blow (Fah, fah, fah-fah)
I'm the black sheep of my family, they all know that my heart is cold (For real)
If you ain't gon' love me for real, don't lead me on, just let me know (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, I be clutching my spirit 'cause they want me dead laying on the floor (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
When I was popping them pills, they held me down, I couldn't go
I'ma let them know how I feel, put the beat on and I'ma flow (Uh-huh)
Gotta 9 likе I'm Rondo, blow his face, he get John Doе'd
Hold it up with a ratchet, catch 'em at his waistline
Repping and trapping, I do it at the same time
Pussy-ass boy, so you act like a feline
Fuck her doggy style, bitch, I'ma K9
I'm automatic with static, I'm getting it crackin'
The yappa sticking to me like its a magnet
Push up on ya blocks, buss it down like a Patek
Them bullets got them flipping like acrobatic (Fah, fah, fah-fah)
[Chorus]
I'm from Be Careful Texas, bitch, I'm a Bay City legend
I push up with something real heavy, squash his head like a veggie
Root beer with some good ol' drank, looking like it's PB&J (B&J)
Slide down his block, big body rock
Bulletproof, riding 'round in that tank
(Damn, Suicidal)
Ayy, come here, let me talk one time
[Verse 1]
Telling my mama that I miss my people, why they had to go?
Hold the Glock on the spot, get it hot, bitch, I'ma let it blow (Fah, fah, fah-fah)
I'm the black sheep of my family, they all know that my heart is cold (For real)
If you ain't gon' love me for real, don't lead me on, just let me know (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, I be clutching my spirit 'cause they want me dead laying on the floor (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
When I was popping them pills, they held me down, I couldn't go
I'ma let them know how I feel, put the beat on and I'ma flow (Uh-huh)
Gotta 9 likе I'm Rondo, blow his face, he get John Doе'd
Hold it up with a ratchet, catch 'em at his waistline
Repping and trapping, I do it at the same time
Pussy-ass boy, so you act like a feline
Fuck her doggy style, bitch, I'ma K9
I'm automatic with static, I'm getting it crackin'
The yappa sticking to me like its a magnet
Push up on ya blocks, buss it down like a Patek
Them bullets got them flipping like acrobatic (Fah, fah, fah-fah)
[Chorus]
I'm from Be Careful Texas, bitch, I'm a Bay City legend
I push up with something real heavy, squash his head like a veggie
Root beer with some good ol' drank, looking like it's PB&J (B&J)
Slide down his block, big body rock
Bulletproof, riding 'round in that tank
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